8 Years From Now

8 years from now

I could be singing in the choir
Of modern angels
Doing real work
On the earth

I could be writing my soul
On cave walls
On dining room tables
On people

I could be crying
Joy
Relief
Alone and with others
my heart wide open

I could be quilting
Fusing fabrics and
Colors and love
In a tizzy of joy

I could be laughing
With friends
My growing children
My life mate
All the way home

I could be me
Fuller
Exposed
Glowing
Radiant

I could be
Dancing
Leaping
Working it all out
my real live Technicolor dreams

I
Could

Inspired by this lovely blog post by Leonie Dawson
http://www.goddessguidebook.com/how-to-say-yes-even-when-it-scares-the-bejeezus-outta-ya/




{May 31, 2012}