Ode to the Mystery

Sharp cliffs rolling

into the pounding, drowning

magnificent swell.

Wind tugging at my hair.

Feet firmly planted

against the edge

of Hell’s Jaws.

Biting gusts turning

my flesh into one bony carcass

perched at the abyss.

And beating on my careful spine …

the relentless sun.

Drawing, dreaming,writing, reading poetry (I highly recommend Mary Oliver), sharing a hammock with loved friends, massage swaps, cooking, feeding masses of beautiful people, swimming, playing… I have been to heaven and back!

Have a beautiful New Year, sun worshippers, wind warriors, and joyous beings … all of you special and creative friends.