Decanted brandy

a poem I wrote earlier this Spring.

 
I am happy sitting with my thoughts.
They are rich company.
Memories, like flowered wallpapers,
Hung when time was slower,
Decorate my interior halls.
Fading makes them sweeter,
The aging more tender.
Desire, like decanted brandy,
Sits on interior shelves.
Knowing it’s there, capped,
Makes my throat burn.
Travel is easy in this space,
Where dreams are free to take time.
Thoughts, beyond words, live in wind,
And carry me quicker than smell,
To sacred ground I once walked.

March 24, 2007

Welcome

I'm a little self-conscious about this new endeavor. I am thankful, though, that there is now a place to store my writings where I don't have to search for my journal. Thank you for taking a moment to read this blog. I hope it is food for thought and the thought leads you to more action on behalf of peace and love. Any prayer you can throw my way would be much appreciated, and while you are offering it, please mention the women of Magdalene, the children in San Eduardo, the community trying to heal at the Hospice in Botswana and everybody in the whole world.

peace,

becca