Its part 1 of part ||
of summer
For us
There comes our first guest
Of what is to come
We clear a space to swim
A roof water proof shack
Magic felt in all traits of the sun
Tho time swims by, we feel the ground the air the fire and soddenly the water covering our skins
Event coordinator or guest host kitchen ready space and speakers playing djs arriving day by day stage making for them all to play
I seem to think that there is so much in the trunk
Too much yet when arriving and unpacking it all
Seems to just fly by for both of us
Part two of three to come..
Summer
Tale ||
Like any summer day, Julys summer days, felt like a dream, still very berry full livin, still the two of us belonging to the land that holds us, our doggy love growing but our cats becoming wild, hunting during night times and sleeping during the day,
I wish I could say in many ways how we feel walking through forests, swimming here there everywhere, sharing fruits, drives, naked nesting under the sun,
Like a dream summer goes by, here and there I get thrown into modern modelling life, from beautiful faces and places to quite still life of our home. Home, it was sometimes a challenge yet a beautiful one, one that teaches and out comes something, like a diamond, polished with depth,
Sometimes the land provided so much, so so much that to withhold anything seems impossible, and a state of flow transpires,
We saw performances, danced with bare feet, a storm blew some trees down, moved a heard of people to the idea of a game, what we play with is the summer sun, the warmth that gives us energy to share
Thanks to all the blessed meetings and sharings
Just a small glimpse of what was…
More of summer to come…
The summer
Tale one
It rose within its warmth at first in Milano where time spent, earned time to have at home
Home of free living, naked swims, driving screaming howling sprawling though the green grasses we must have seen too many beings snails bugs spiders dragons fly and fish wash our skin as we bathe
Here I come home to the east, here where so often we sing age old songs, share deep stories, smile in lifes glory as nature is so present, so are our family and friends daughters brothers trees and stones
my mouth berry filling my belly, pancakes cooked more often, if u know u know, mushrooms sprouting left and to the right my wooden home keeps us cool, yet why do we sleep so much, sun sets in the west, and those we see more than sun rises, late nights are light, so light that during midnight I feel the light glowing though the windows yet again
Here we set bright fires, where the old is left behind for the new, lai top, while the birds sing we dance, we climb trees, swim in lakes and ponds, spirits are near, naked bares us more than cloths, its mother earth felt by bare feet reminding that godess breaths with us
Here and now is my home my berry full summer, my love among my dog and cats, balanced tree climbs play to play we had just stepped into summer, a small glimpse of what was
more to see…summer
Days float like a speed boat, everything turns in shapes of green, just as our spirit calls out for things to thrive
Nights are still filled with the resonance of the sun, even the darkest times seem bright
Son sun Fire burn. we place the old into it for the new to come, fruition is the fruit that we bare upon the ground and ourselves Flowers Berries Bees Snails are our friends
