Sunday, September 11, 2005


On the seventh day she pulled the blanket up to her chin and cuddled with the two loves of her life
On the seventh day she soaked in a bubble filled tub, surrounded by lavender scented candles
On the seventh day she sliced a watermelon and let the sweet stickiness run down her chin and arms
On the seventh day she refused to turn on the tv, choosing to escape all the tragedy surrounding her, if only for an afternoon
On the seventh day she curled up on the couch with a good book by SARK
On the seventh day she kicked her shoes off and collapsed into the grass, serenely happy
On the seventh day she breathed a little deeper, moved a little slower, and remembered all the reasons why she chooses life
On the seventh day she took time to notice the abundance all around her
On the seventh day she remembered the Sabbath and kept it holy---in all her own precious ways


Anonymous Nikol said...

my cup runneth over... slowly, breathing in and out, she reaches for her life... thank you for letting me witness pieces of such a beautiful, sweet and amazing journey... those who have gone before me assure me of this: at the bottom of those awful feelings on those awful days is the life i am going for, if i just keep breathing and stay with the feelings, at the bottom of the hell is life... thank you for an amazing tribute to what is true, what is holy, what is sacred... life

6:52 PM  
Blogger seldom said...

I love this entry.

3:39 AM  

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