Whew! What a day!
S’wonderful. . . s’marvelous, that it be there for me.
Sweet and swooshy.
Had to swoosh all over the place, and be really good to myself, to the imperfect degree I know how.
Time to celebrate the imperfection of life, with all its miracles, quirks, disappointments and appointments.
It is not always linear, but has its points.
it does not always seem to be connected,
but it moves and grooves, and has its joint sense.
And when it kinda hurts a bit,
there’s healing breath
that one can take,
the tension gently off to shake,
with just a little oil of snake,
to make a panoply of soothing ointments.