Monday, April 9, 2012

Love

Folding, bending, breathing into that asana. Pause. 
All is pranyama breath. Acceptance. 

The softness of fingers grazing the spine as a lover traces his heart for you. 
Or perhaps it is her heart.

The husk of a sweet voice singing your favorite song.
Soothe and relax.

Holding hands over the sweet damp grass after rain.
The sun brings a blanket of fog and warmth.

The red stain of a berry on your lips.
Kissing after.

Meditation with toes touching sand.
The waves of the beach teach Patience. Love is Patience.

Crisp crackle of paper as your hands find the pages.
Feeling the familiar wrinkle of your favorite book.

Wine mulling happiness in your mouth.
Warmth and companionship to share by glass with friends.


Open heart and spirituality. 
God is love.

Soft knits and inner heat.
Stretching, dancing, being.

The pull of Serenity.
God grant me the wisdom...




Autumn: Fire


Sunday, March 25, 2012

Oay!

Okay so I have an idea. We are winged creatures yes, but we can still cocoon and reemerge with something new at our backs to hold us aloft. I say wings not of glass anymore, but wings of words? or maybe wings of silver and iron? Who cares. The point is that I have an idea.
I will post and then end with a word and you will post based on that word. How does that sound love?

Love?

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Raina's first post of 2012: And it's almost April.

Autumn, my love. We're crazy. We are never on here anymore, but I can't bring myself to stop. So let's start again. You pick something. Let's run with it.

Friday, January 20, 2012

Lightning?

It all comes back to itself.
Everything.
Like the waves of the ocean.