What Happens in Bermuda Triangle: January 2022

Fire in Ice

Ares and Aphrodite

walking mountaintops

together

Over the peaceful valley

photo credit unknown

You're not who I think you're

What a smooth misconception

Now I only wish to walk with you

Just that

You be you -

fascinating in your crystalline contours

I just idealize myself on fire

like Dido

May someone paint a wedding trunk after me, too

Wide awake in the night

to the sound of a shopping cart

wheeling through the house

Single Parent Mode On

three kids, a dog

how will I save them all

The buggy's gone by rising time

Venus eurusing the East

Dreams melting away unpeaced

I'm looking at you, snare drum

I can't tell you anything

You know it all, you do

In many a dance the feet keep the rhythm

the rest is a melody

I often f̶e̶e̶l̶ feet cemented as the Universe

sways around me

Seducing me into unimaginable

The more I give in

the more I expand

Cement, lament aside

Feels like I'm finally starting

... to dance

A calm soft masculine

voice filled the house

unexpectedly

What a change

what a treat

I've been craving this song

Thanks, U

photo credit unknown, wabi-sabi theme

Ok, anger

so you've come

I'm breathing you

I'm watching you

You're hiding behind tears

righteousness

blame, fists, fire in my eyes

in my voice

I see you

and hold you

You're helplessness

You are loss of connection

I embrace you and

sit with you

for you're the one

who ultimately gave me permission

to h̶e̶a̶l̶ feel

Went into god's heart today

So much room for dancing

in that black sphere

Then, when it's done

the domain can become anything

Like this green?

Dispose of me

again

I didn't fit your idea

of happiness

'em two played

I guffawed from funny chakra

and wondered

when didst people

start to wrong each other

All I know has been learned through the pain of others. It used to dance me into sadness and regret, into self-abuse of guilt. Until gratitude dawned.

I've been wronged a lot; many people took upon themselves bizarre and cruel deeds just to teach me something. They're nothing short of magic.

I'd lived boxed for several years here. Friends and summertime brought me out into the sun. I'm still expanding socially, awkwardly. Don't take it personally. Every one of you is my gratitude song.

Feeling open again, like the first time I flew to these mountains.

too late

The things I collect...

for what purpose, I wonder

The fireplace might tell me

after

See-through

I went through the house

naked this morning

Not a big deal, no

Except when it's not your house

Here people come and go

And I never know

But today

I walked in my body

Just that

I'm ecstatic I did

Всегда хохочу, когда кто-то в нашем городе продаёт неприхотливые комнатные растения типа inch plant. Это когда дневной рост стебля составляет 2,5 см в день. Один месяц и ты в джунглях. Конечно, я немного утрирую, но заметьте - совсем чуть-чуть, на миллиметр. Да кому они нужны? Я бы от наших традесканций избавилась бесплатно и ещё доплатила сверху на бензин (но не отдаю, горшок шибко красивый). У нас ещё есть такой житель, который постоянно выпускает мини-копию себя на длинном ростке, с корешками. В соседние горшки целится. Размашистый такой.

И сегодня я подумала, а за что? за что я их так не люблю? И пришел такой ответ: всё потому, что я не привыкла осознанно расширяться в этой жизни. Я в какой-то коробочке "не высовывайся - не получится" обитаю. Сама не могу и вам, цветочки, не разрешаю. Хмммм... Теперь буду наблюдать. Расширяться. На 1 инч в день. И во что бы теперь влезть? - мой новый девиз. Ведь женщинам не составляет трудности напридумывать всякого... красивого.

"Будь терпелива с собой" - написано на картинке.