If I were to…

open up and unfurl my inner poetess-process

I’d trace the skyline πŸŒƒ of my heart’s city

with the finger of my imagination

And cover myself head to toe in fresh colors that smell of oil paint and spices

I may not make it to any meetings, appointments, or classes,

and I’d definitely not use a calendar πŸ“† except to color in the palette 🎨 of my life’s activities, exactly at times, and sketched at times,

and I’d cut out huge areas of clocklessness

i’d appoint each moment when it feels perfect and effortless πŸ”₯ rather than schedule intersecting time-space happenings

i’d be cooking, and dancing, sculpting and then napping. I’d light incense and candles and then run through the woods, following the scents and tracks of animals…

I’d wear masks every day with purposefulness and intention, the feathers from my hair would stream in the wind as I follow the scent of dusk into dawn, and ride each day like an amusing dragon πŸ‰ of delights, streaming through the sky

unbeknownst to anyone….

16 thoughts on “If I were to…

  1. Creating art, napping, “I’d light incense and candles and then run through the woods, following the scents and tracks of animals…” That got my spirit yearning to run to those same places. I remember that running through the woods and following tracks in my youth. Powerful stuff!

  2. So many delightful lines of a life truly celebrated for what it can be if we follow its magical flow πŸ™‚
    My favorite:
    I’d cut out huge areas of clocklessness

    i’d appoint each moment when it feels perfect and effortless πŸ”₯ rather than schedule intersecting time-space happenings

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