Feeling reeling spieling peeling meaning stealing appealing soooooooo in these very NOW and present moments, so precious - of mine here!
Naked, no covers, the cold of the 7:23 am Sunday morning presses into my nakedness now! The warmth below me from my bed that I am laying on now is combatting somewhat weakly that advance of the cold on my bareness, feeling rather my bearness, my age, my limits and growing limitations! I am 70 and showing it, a wine belly that refuses to abandon me as I try half-heartedly to diminish it!
It is all okay, I have pressing matters, things so definite, so pressing, so need in of my addressing as I lay here now so alive, so connected,so fervent, mind galloping, leaving me train speed rushes of feelings and ideas , missions to complete, peaks to scale, myself to uncover, in all my un-dressing, no vinaigrette for this salad I happily refer to as my present aging and youthfulling childishly deliciciously unapologeticALLY now here present, my gift to myself, my recovery, my cold and warm bareness, a bear a lamb, an owl, a toad and a frog, the red fox, the pausing lion, the feline, the posture , the poise of very little noise yet white sounds I do hear all around!
What am I afraid of? What do I have to apologize for? My brazenness, my showing and revealing too much of myself, my affronted? My lack of judgement, my lack of your modesty and shyness and being offended, upset, mad, disturbed by my writing and pictured, all spontaneous, first -take, unedited all here in the now this moment, my moment, ur moment if you are reading and looking!?!?
Am I being selfish? I suppose I am. Am I exhibiting myself, my thoughts, my feelings? Yes Ibam.
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