I'm sitting at a mustard linen table in Paris.
Someone speaks.
I barely hear a whisper.
Today is not the day to care about what I
can't or don't.
I've practiced among fellow life lovers.
Those who fearfully dance to music only to
release worry through
Flailing arms, shaking hands, pointed feet
and hair leaping without care.
How perfectly imperfect the dancing was that
manifested such joy.
This day is to be in wonder of small things
usually unnoticed.
Making life feel larger than sighing stars
about to die in another solar system.
The soft air in morning that makes me laugh
Like it was raining feathers from heavens
bedspreads
When tossed by dawn’s prayers.
My wine tastes like this flower unfolding on
the table.
Bold. As it buds orange petals sweetly to
summer air.
Leaning back in my metal chair I feel the
universes "Om" underneath my skin.
I spread my arms not to miss greatness
causing goosebumps under sundrenched flesh.
The waiter asks with bored lips, "Are
you alright?"
I gaze at him wondering how he doesn't taste
the strawberry sugared breeze
Where children with innocent pink lollipop
fingers have unleashed a thousand hopeful dreams.
I laughed and said, "Of course! I am
happy. Why wouldn't I be? Now pour me another glass of wine."
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Last line are words by Jennifer Pastiloff herself. I read that line and went, "Got to write about it!" Jen, you're really inspiring, sweet and I appreciate how open and honest you are in sharing your experiences with us! You are only yourself and I Love that so much. I hope all enjoyed.
Until next time my friends, Namaste,
~Chelle aka Writer Yogi
