Cleaning out an old notebook tonight, I stumbled across something I wrote in a flurry some time ago. It was scribbled on construction paper and I don't even know the date (it's at least a couple years old I believe). Somehow the timing of finding it again seemed appropriate. I was thinking about all the things that matter to me in life, and the things I need to surround my days....
Here it is:
I need stars and moon magic and cloaks of velvet, purple shoes and boots that dance.
I need window seats with fairies visiting, ships that sail into sunsets, grapes dripping with the sweetness of the suns energy, nights of darkness and snow with long fires burning, smoked salmon and wine.
I need laughing, happy children moving to the rhythm of life as they pull me into their world.
I need stories and magicians and artists and dreamers and soul seekers and musicians to fill my days and nights. I need to live fantasy worlds and periods in history and food that transports me to other places.
I need culture that satiates my hunger, my passion for life and leaves me breathless.
I need color vibrant and electric to wash over me and fill my mind with dreams so rich I am unable to paint them dramatically enough.
I need sacred, quiet space, altars upon which I pay tribute to this great and marvelous universe.
I need mountains and trees and wild rivers and canyons and caves to explore.
I need sunsets and sunrises and the darkest depths of night with holy places to heal.
I need shaman and rituals and roots and energy that reminds me who I really am.
I need spinning planets and silly moments and hidden paths and great mysteries and splashing dolphins and diving pelicans and writing and death to remind me how great it is to live.
