My body is a prisoner, in a gilded cage fluffed with love-feathers for which I am grateful. Yet how I long to air my mind - for outdoor adventure, a day at the beach, a hike in the Pyrenees, a trip to the city. How I miss my freedom! But I shall not surrender to the slouch of sadness. Instead, I will fluff the love-feathers of my fabulous cage, Inhale the summer-scented Spanish heat, Enjoy a water adventure in the pool, Swoon over the rich eccentricity of the agapanthus, Admire the butterflies relishing the tiny red flowers by the front door, Seek the kitten and its mother spotted among the tall grasses, Watch the willow flirt with the breeze, Ponder the possibility of a Cyprus tree, Flatter the oleanders into offering new blooms, Marvel at the wild agility of Oenothera (a.k.a Gaura), Praise the geraniums for matching my nail polish, Chirrup with the goldfinch, And smile at the cicadas. It didn’t take long to wish everyone could share my to-do list. 🌿☀️🦋🌸🐜🐥🦆🐇🐈 Blessings have been counted. Also, @Jane Pike, I may even paint some more Shitty Birds 🦅🦢😀 I just finished the audible version of The Correspondant, by Virginia Evans, and loved it. Stunning production! I wish you a lovely day, Francesca xx Illicit Croissants At Dawn - poetry Just Like A Movie - romantic comedy
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So much to be thankful for 🌟
Oh, this was so touching. I really got the sense of your reality. And how true it is that if we pay attention to the little things, there is enough, even if it doesn't stop the longing for freedom. ❤️