Hi sweet blog readers. I wish I was here for you more often. Unfortunately, I've been so idle and sluggish lately. I haven't had much appetite for walking, or working, or cleaning the house. All I've wanted has been horizontal. I want to lay on the living room rug, counting the cracks in the roof, thinking thoughts the size of pebbles, with no purpose, or pursuit.
Some weeks are like this, it's as if your body is a dormant tree. Your thoughts grow far from labor, you need not give birth to fruits, or heels of movement. All you do is watch the blowing air, and slowly creep among the house and it's inhabitants.
Yesterday, the clouds appeared swollen, and the sky gave birth to falling snow. Today, there is an azure sky above the steeples and the hills. It's Valentines day, and all I can think of is how beautiful the shapes, the hues, and the rhythms of our world are.
Our World
The waterways flow like an endless circle, the sun rises for us to walk, the sun drops for us to sleep, the wind combs the valley of fallen leaves, the fragrance of love resides in a woman's breasts, and
the rose blooms inside the father's sweat. The grounds of my earth, and the endless mystery of sky constantly reminds me why I stay here, why I blush here, why I weep here, why I labor here, and why I love here.
The sky appears like a garden patch, and we wear eyes that watch the woods, that steer our bones, and eyes that expand at the sight of our Mother. We carry lips that kiss soft spots, that drool on cookies, and lips that deliver words without envelopes. We live in houses made of brick, made of stone, made of wood, and houses made of glass. Inside our houses, there are mothers, baby cheeks, and creaks made by our loved one's footsteps.
It does not take one day in February to melt my heart, or to sprinkle adoration on my eyes. I press the common air of every day - and I marvel at it's beauty. Whether your tongue belongs to someone, or your body is pressed against their memory. Whether your resting your hands, or your looking for someone to hold hands with. Whether you're in love with the sky, or in love with the brown haired girl from the market. Remember this The world around you is made from cradles and paintings of gold. If you don't have a suitor to thank, a blue eyed babe to hold, or a friend to bake bread for, you still have so much to live for, so much to love for.
Look out your window. Listen to the breathings of your own heart. Happy Valentines day, Happy February, Happy tomorrow, Happy every day !
P.S
I'm going to Montana on Saturday...... I'm going to cross the border........ I am eager to sit by the lake, and buy myself American food. Hello Almond Joy and Vanilla Coke!
Here's some love from Ari....
