5 Things (6/29/14)
Saturday I sat on the floor in front of a great big window in my living room. I sat in the middle of a patch of sunlight. I read poems by Pablo Neruda aloud to myself. I sipped ginger tea. I stuffed slices of freshly cut mango into my mouth and let the my fingers get sticky enough that I had to suck on them a bit before I could use them to turn the page.
There are times when I feel safe and absolutely IN my body. Times when the sun can reach me without overwhelming me with its heat and I can speak love into existence on the tail of sliced fruit. Sometimes, a mango is home and the smell of ginger can bleed you out.
Sometimes the feel of your mouth around your fingers is a reminder:
This is mine. This is mine. This is only for me.