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Observations of a Quixotic Femme Noire
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Sunday, July 04, 2004
I just went outside to be in the rain. I love the rain. How it hits my skin and spreads out in tinier droplets. Looking at all the green things begging to be watered and The Great Spirit, God, Mother Nature…delivered. I’ve been begging for rain too. It fills me down into the cocoon of my womb. I love to see how things come alive. And the color green! The colors of green is magnificent in revealing calm, peace, life, new starts, hope, happiness. All the other colors of the blossoms from the trumpet vine, day lilies, 4 o’clocks, black-eyed susans, hydrangeas, even the clover that should be mown over, orange, magenta, gold-yellow, blue, pink, purple, white, so beautiful. I took off my glasses. I sometimes enjoy looking at things through my near-sighted haze-cloud and the bright grass green just exploded into my brain. The rainbow flowers like bright colored dots.
The smell of rain and how vibrant other things smell when made wet. There is the initial scent of dust and dirt being washed away or at least to go back to the earth floor. Then clean as the faintest fragrances of the grass and flowers drift through the breeze. I can smell the earth and what has come out of the earth; what has gone into her too. I’m unclear if it a primal feeling I have from standing half clothed in the rain, drenching my skin and hair. Oh yes, I almost forgot. I smell me as well. The creams and perfumes and chemicals and junk I put on my body to protect my body, wash away and reveals how much a part of nature I am; the whole human race actually, but I’m going to stick with my singular experience. I noticed that as the rain hit my face it was warm. I then understood it was tears. Happy to be alive at this moment. I’ll never have this moment again. Will I remember it when I am 75? Is it enough to know that the beauty is there, was there, I experienced it without remembering the specifics of the occasion? Maybe it has to be just that; knowing it is there without having to have a picture or commemorate it in words or song; silent moments that one cherishes all ones life with out remembering the broadest or slightest details. And now as I let myself air-dry, as I sit here to type a few fleeting thoughts, I feel so soft and clean and relaxed and rich. A natural shower from the clouds has left me invigorated when before I felt sluggish and tired. That says something to me. Because – The Beatles; Abbey Road Because the world is round it turns me on Because the world is round...aaaaaahhhhhh Because the wind is high it blows my mind Because the wind is high......aaaaaaaahhhh Love is all, love is new Love is all, love is you Because the sky is blue, it makes me cry Because the sky is blue.......aaaaaaaahhhh Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh.... holla@me |
