An expression of thoughts by one of my beloved teachers, Claudia Cummins...
Homebound. Grey skies.
Sleet and slush. For days.
And then I step outside,
just to collect the mail....
The sharp cold air.
The scent of winter.
The life that only breathes, where there are trees.
How good it feels to step outside,
I think, closing my eyes.
And then, all afternoon
that one fresh moment lingers...
and those words - step outside - echo through me.
How many things would I love to step outside of?/
opinions, judgements, thoughts, sorrow, doubts..
harshness, rigidity, fears, plans...
And who would I be then?
And would'nt that be beautiful?
To step outside your Life just long enough
to remember who you are?
Homebound. Grey skies.
Sleet and slush. For days.
And then I step outside,
just to collect the mail....
The sharp cold air.
The scent of winter.
The life that only breathes, where there are trees.
How good it feels to step outside,
I think, closing my eyes.
And then, all afternoon
that one fresh moment lingers...
and those words - step outside - echo through me.
How many things would I love to step outside of?/
opinions, judgements, thoughts, sorrow, doubts..
harshness, rigidity, fears, plans...
And who would I be then?
And would'nt that be beautiful?
To step outside your Life just long enough
to remember who you are?
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