A beautiful wedding ceremony. I cry, as per usual.
I am SO NOT READY to get married.
Summerland was so good.
Vicky - was so good. Quality time is rare with friends (somehow) and I am grateful for this weekend's gift of it.
Train trestles, ice cream, grafitti, clambering.
Magic hours. This past week I was aware of so many of the magic hours, this is good.
(Magic hour = the time of day when the sun is beginning to go down and everything is golden)
Bombarded with way too many thoughts and collected burdens.
Bombarded with needs real and imagined - mine, yours, ours.
Eff. Can you fee the shifting? I can feel the shifting.
My skin is paper thin.
Morning (Love Sonnet XXVII) by Pablo Neruda
Naked you are simple as one of your hands;
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.
You've moon-lines, apple pathways
Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.
Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;
You've vines and stars in your hair.
Naked you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.
Naked you are tiny as one of your nails;
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world.
As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores;
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again.
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