I’m torn. I really need to decorate and get caught up around here, but I also want to just spend the day on the computer. I have so much to do. Holidays should not be an obligation, but they are.
This is my compromise with myself . . .
Winter, Affirmation
Outside—
the peonies are beyond their deaths.
In here—on our continent of a bed—
we are busy showing each other pictures
of ourselves: mouth to rib, back to belly, palm
to hip. Here is the reciprocal breath, the sanctified
taking—my only chance
at reformation.
All day long I live in my head
and as the house bends toward twilight
you say, See here, you’ve got it all wrong.
Lie down. Get a load of our quiet profiles.
Outside—
the tubers have turned inward,
away from the light.
In here—in our cathedral of a room—
we are busy ridding ourselves
of words, holding our faces
to the mirror. Carrying out
our best directive.
~ Tina Schumann
Music by The Gospel Whiskey Runners, “The Wound”
Thanks for posting this. It’s very beautiful. I have such a hard time summoning up sparkly magic anymore, so thank you for giving me a taste of it.
Still in the study mode for exams… but it will soon be over…
Take care, my friend…
Glad to provide some sparkly magic for you.
Most awesome, all of this. Thank you.
No, thank you for commenting and stopping by.