Friday, July 07, 2006

i smell lake.

it's in the air, on my skin, brushing against my face, caressing arms, shoulders, sucked into my lungs. lake. the smell of depth, of aliveness, of strength, quiet, presence.

ahh.

i know why this matters, the answer arrives with the question; my knowing is its knowing, its depth is mine. don't try to understand, those are just words - what matters is this -

ahh.

9 comments:

isaiah said...

yes

jbmoore said...

I liked this entry a great deal.

CE said...

Be careful, it can turn into hedonism. I don't say it's wrong. Being an hedonist is. Well, as long as you don't need anything else.

George Breed said...

Ah-Hoo-Ah! (Expressed loudly with vigor)
:>)

Anonymous said...

To be at peace is something we all need once in a while :)

Jim said...

Peace.

Darius said...

Nice. I know what you mean, even though I never consciously thought before about "smelling lake!"

goatman said...

Sounds as if you've been reading Atwood's "Surfacing" ? Probably not, but reminded me of it.
Peace

anonymous julie said...

To all the affirmatives; thank you, all, thank you.

Imemine, cautions again, why? Holding back is the stupidest thing I could do...

Bert, I prefer to be at peace always... but will take what comes.

Darius, that's cool!

Goatman, no, but I will now.