electricity fills me
From Angel Island Camping Trip I've been writing more again. The full moon this week has filled me to the brim (overtopping) with love. Love that feels like electricity. Like my cells rising and breathing in every limb. In the breathing pulse of everything around me (conspiring in my favor). I am thinking about that line in the alchemist. When you want something the whole universe conspires in your favor. Or another collection of words that mean that same thing. I am feeling like a bright star. Someone told me i got the sparkle that we need to make the bay area a creative and alive place to be. that is a blessing. My fantasies have shifted, the lights are on, and now I am just so here. Not conforming visions. Truly seeing my life for it's beauty and grace and love and passion and rejuvenation -- as a tactile gift. I love the brightness of it. the textures. but most importantly i love the honesty. I am so sober and earnest in this time. So humbled and grateful and in my core....
