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mermaiden ([personal profile] mermaiden) wrote2012-06-26 11:42 am
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Morning

I'm sitting out on the back deck while I write this, still in meditation pose on my yoga mat after my morning yoga practice. I'm vibrant, my heart chakra great and open. The birds keep coming to the bird feeders around the deck, peering down at me, possibly chuckling in their own language. "Humans get themselves into all sorts of strange, pretzel-y shapes when that sort of music plays," I imagine they're saying to one another before they grab a mouthful of seeds and fly away.

Butterflies keep coming to say hello. When I was meditating earlier, I had to keep my eyes open, staring up at the sky, because the blue was so brilliant and so beautiful, I couldn't shut it out. Butterflies kept flying over my head, and the sunshine was cresting over the edge of the house, and it was this purely resounding moment of all-is-right-with-the-world.

I have a lot of work to do today on my novel, but all of the thoughts melted away. It's windy, and if you breathe in deeply, you can smell the cool blue from the Great Lakes, carried in by the persistent breezes. These are rare days when you can smell the lakes, and it's such an adventurous smell. Like, if you breathed it in enough, you might go on a quest because you had to, because your heart asked you to.

Or, you know...write about one.

<3

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