not-quite Journaling, 66
2/8/2024:
I might’ve spent the last hour ogling
Ms. Amaryllis. Fine, I was doing my lymphatic draining massage while the ogling
went on, but… I still wonder if she’s considering whether or not I’m a creep.
What say you, Ms. Amaryllis? She’s not saying much. Maybe she’s just the
sensuously silent type. 🤔
Steel
cut oats
on
a snowy day,
hot
and sweet
memories
blooming
delight
on my tongue.
2/13/2024: I’m
waiting for Nature to stop frosting New York City, before going to explore the
woods. For now, let the exploration be of oats, cinnamon, nutmeg, raw sugar,
roasted pecans… and a favorite story.
small magics
keep a wintered soul
warm
until spring
2/22/2024:
I woke up to gut-crushing pain. You know, the sort of agony that
curls your body in a whimpering ball and shrouds your skin in cold sweat? After hours of tests (and loudly creative
language), I got to go for a walk. Nature (knowing I was having a crappy
day) gifted me with glimpses of snow and berries bedecking holly, hellebore
and periwinkle springing through the cold, and a few minutes of sunlight on a
cloudy day. The pain remains at rather nasty levels, but Nature’s gifts make
the torture not matter so very much.
In
this story, the woods eat my aches.
3/7/2024: New York City has been in a rainy mood. I haven’t been able
to go for a stroll in days. It’s cloudy but rainless now. So, on my walk back
from the hospital, I cut through the woods. Every step was balm for muscle, bone,
spirit… The sight of extra verdant moss, mushrooms, crocuses, hellebores,
periwinkles, and budding daffodils was high quality smile-fuel. The sun is
supposed to come out tomorrow. I think I’ll go for a run… All right, it’ll be
more like a walk/jog. Still, it’ll be glorious.
“I love amaryllis because they are
plump and juicy.
They feel like
spring even in the middle of winter.”
~ Jonathan Adler
Were I snow, I would
fall on you
gently--caressing,
coating…
warming winter-kissed
limbs
until spring blossoms.
Light and love and lust are in the air. Spring is coming…
🌸🥰🌸
– for
Poets and Storytellers United (Friday Writings #118: Strange Springs)