you can measure
the change, shifts, growth
in your whole and beautiful soul
on a small roadtrip
this is the real poetry

those unresolved inner longings
are so pale and distant, nonexistent
spinning along the bends, drifting landscapes
summerscented pines towering majestically above
i know who am I am until the next turn in the road
and then it changes…

Neil Young sings along with his moonshine voice
(‘when you’re lonely, heart breaks’ for the purest ache,
‘slowly burning’ shimmering homespun exaltation)

and I feel so utterly beautiful
slipping my warm body into a clear cool mountain stream
washing away the dust of a day’s disquiet
contentment swims into my lap

I emerge reborn
to embrace the reverence of this summer’s night
the pull of the moon and an abiding sense
of ‘enoughness’ for this gift you have given me

xoxo

maddie

Today I am wishing you drifting dreams in clearwater streams, a bowl of golden watermelon and a nap beneath the summer stars…

‘words to shoot by’ is perfectly ‘open’ this week and the ‘four’ percolate a little rebellion and this image has given me the idea to start a new journal illustrated with my polaroids ~ any excuse to buy a new moleskine makes me happy…not to mention fabulous interviews