Cold. Cold and alone is where I begin. Alone and surrounded by the noise of the masses. They see without perceiving me, I am just another body in the press. Don’t they know I am naked? Don’t they know I am brave? I cannot remain here, unmoving, or I will disappear. I tread slowly, on purpose, to the sound of my breath. The breath that keeps me going. Sometimes it’s hard to breathe in so much noise and closeness and I reach for an empty meadow, the empty meadow behind my childhood. A creek of fresh water laced with spearmint that grows in patches, fresh and cool like newness. I am bare here and still Seen. Seen by The Perceiver… who knows a courageous spirit. My feet slow and cease to care where they tread as the meadow grasses dance with my fingers and the sun warms my head, the only sounds those of the wind, trees and creek. What noise they do make!… but they are the noise of perceivers, some of which approve, some of which don’t, all of which love and speak the words. …And I am ok bared, my heart open to them, because they are bared as well. The Perceiver sees us each and loves us with our windy ideas and tall, strong hearts swaying in them… even our gurgle-y voices… and always, always our quiet souls which sit and listen and long to be Seen, to be laid bare and loved.
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Today I am linking up with and writing from Lisa-Jo’s prompt at Five Minute Friday.
So, so beautiful. You are an incredible writer! Such imagery….it spoke peace in the middle of my afternoon. Thank you.
And thank you for visiting my little corner of the internet today. It was very nice to “meet” you there.
I am so buoyed to hear it spoke peace into your afternoon. Aren’t words amazing. Thank you so much for your kind words, and I plan to drop by your little corner of the internet again when I have the chance.
Lovely, just lovely.
Thank you, Debi, and thank you for stopping by.
Oh. I. LOVE. this! I identify soo much. I must read this to my husband, because it expresses so well, so beautifully, what I wanted to communicate to him about what I meant last night and didn’t have the words. I think he’d understand it fully in your words. Thank you!
Isn’t that exactly what we reach for… to use words that connect to our soul in the hopes that they will connect to another’s also. You are so welcome. It makes my heart smile to meet another who is there with me.
I love this. “They see without perceiving me …” — I have felt this way most of my life.
Thank you for visiting me.
You’re welcome. It was nice to stop by.
And… me too.