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:: listening to the rain dance against the windows.. the wind whip through and banging the closed doors
:: embracing the silence after the muse has left
:: enjoying discovering the music in listening
:: marvelling at this body that once fit within my own…
:: loving the cool breeze of a spring storm.
:: feeling the need to curl up on the couch with a book, and perhaps make a comfort soup… and cookies.
:: watching ravens perch on the gutters near the window.
seven months feels big.
seven full moons rising and setting…
transitions from summer, winter, and spring.
seven months.
in seven months. you have
been to the atlantic ocean, nursing with the scent of salty cool air blowing past
you’ve watched your first snowflakes gracefully dance from the sky
you’ve laid in front of a crackling fire, on a sheep skin rug
you welcomed in a new year, on a dark night.
your booty graced a few big websites.
you felt the sun on your face, and blades of grass on your toes… birds sang songs especially for you.
you’ve tasted crackers and avocado and daisies too.
taken a long bus journey to the capitol, applied for your first passport at the embassy,
been in a taxi
you watched your first parade
and picked daffodils
in seven months…
you’ve discovered the way to move. scooting on your belly across the floor.
you’ve found your knees.. and push yourself up, rocking back and forth- waiting to propel yourself into crawling…
the blue of your eyes has been lit up with a sprinkle of green
you laugh the deepest, wildest belly laughs…
you’ve found your voice- and babble non-stop ‘da da da da da ooooh uuuh oooh dadadada’
in seven months
i’ve fallen in deeply, madly in love every.single.day.
