nourishing insanity

for sure the seasons are shifting here on the east coast.
i can feel winter turn to spring in my body each year,
because i get a bit more drowsy while at the same time
feeling more expectant from the busy-ness in my creative life.
■the close of the winter hibernation is now■
like the earth that rocks
weeps
whistles
and thaws to create another season,
new buds
{beliefs i'd like to fertilize}
surface and
sprout
within
me
☼for mental, emotional, and physical strength 

❍find time to listen to silence

☼maintain enthusiasm for the connections i'm able to make with my Self, others, and my art  ☞DAILY

☼daydream about the future + soak up the present ☞ believe in destiny


i have wished i didn't think so much/ contemplate so much stuff i experience.
i have wished i could just wonder less about life, my Self/ roam within LESS- just be non-attached to how i feel {so much!}  None of that wishing has worked
because i am drunk 
with this wonder
and drawn to the music of life
experience.  
Under this trance, i surrender.

The mystic dances in the sun, hearing music others don't. 'Insanity,' they say, those others. If so, it's a very gentle, nourishing sort. Rumi