Rambling

If I vanished for the past week, I promise there’s a good excuse. We are down in Costa Rica which meant unplugging, writing, reading, and just breathing. A lot.

I was going to add more to this, talking about how she dreaded going back to the city, but I didn’t want to start thinking about headed back to the city myself. The more I’m away from it the more I just realize I’m such a wide open space gal. Queue that Dixie Chicks song…or I guess y’all now know the backbone of this poem.

And speaking of reading, if anyone is wanting a good read, the hype is TRUE. Where the Crawdads Sing by Delilah Owens is one of the best books I’ve read in a long time. I blazed through it then waited a day to read the last few pages because I didn’t want it to end.

So, there’s an update. I might post some more while I’m here, or I’ll wait until after the trip. We shall see. In the meantime, looking forward to a rainy season night’s sleep, and seeing what other poems I can scribble in my journal, then attempt to read my penmanship so I can type it out for you all.

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Nature embraced her

like no one else can

she’d soak it up,

and it held her hand.

A deep salty breath

relaxed her lungs

clearing out that space

where anxiety hung.

Birds chirped greetings

to sing her blues away

and cozy warm breezes

knew just what to say.

Those deep starry nights

in wide open spaces

danced with her dreams

to wander new places.

Clear water on her skin

Erased all self-doubt

and the wildflowers knew

They were her type of crowd.