#TWFT52 Prompt 47: The Word for This is "FEEL"

Salted waterfalls (over

eons, or a day) erode

their alleys, slowed in cohesion

until slim grooves at the side

guide the fastest way

down, while magma sublimates

through eyes

that demand to be seen; all the

while galaxies spiral into

pinpoints and stream

their way inward;

feeding me light,

rinsing me clean.

How does your intuition speak to you?

In what ways do you express emotion?

What do you do to honor your feelings?

This little girl seems to be running the show right now, and I’m going to let her. She’s making good choices. I have the sense it’s better to defer to her on emotional expenditures, and probably a whole lot more. I’m not arguing today; I’m exhausted from the effort of all this.

I’ve been doing it all for her, long before I knew it. But that, too, is something to save for when I reflect back on this year.

Right now, her instincts about what she needs seem pretty solid. Family and friends. Rest. Hugs (gentle, please, but hold me tight). Rich, filling foods, if my body would stop rejecting everything I eat. Immersion in water. Music. Calm.

Quiet.