Our hearts are in a botanical space, lit up with violets & hummingbirds in a pale & lovely symmetry. Singing with valour and glee they beat uptickingly to gather up armfuls of mossy trees...as lilacs perfuming our very air.
These are our choices.
Allowing for the prana flow, the wild climbing of vines, the shock-waves of love that pulsate chuggingly from our raspberry-hued engines, the clapping of hands and the breaking-it-down Charlie Brown's, & the walking amidst paths of our own making {the ones lit with violets & happy hearts} rather than some pale version of one forged previously for us.
This day was lime marmalade on rye, margarita cake & rhubarb martinis. What an organically imbued palette of gastronomy! Our friend and neighbour hollered over the fence, "Cake and martinis?" Well, duh! Of course! See you after we get home from the park.
Skipping back from sunwashed swingsets & 'neath a singing cicadan moonrise...our hands & fingers hammocked, intertwined as if lingering lakeside at a cottage midsummer afternoon. A familiar place. A place where the happy hearts of family dwell. Kudos to my friend for the superb rhubarb martini. Sheer perfection!
Hope you've made your own conscious choices. {To do such a thing is a magnet for divine prosperity!}
Let there be light.
xoxo
You had me at rhubarb martinis..!
Posted by: ~Sheila~ | May 23, 2011 at 01:55 PM
Mum, I shall whip you up a rhubarb martini when we are at the lake in a few weeks. You ARE coming, aren't you? ;)
At least for a few nights. Please! xo
Posted by: gillian | May 24, 2011 at 12:16 AM