Bounty of All Sorts

In the morning I found my way with some difficulty to the drawing easel...and, eventually,  to the dance. Such relief to allow the swinging and circling motion to take me over...to bliss out even for a little while to music, motion, and emotion. Motion/emotion... For how long have they been conjoined for me? For how long have I looked to the dance to release what needs releasing? Oh blessed are the moments when I find my way. Dear dance... For how long have I been afraid of what I desire?

So I am moving, finally moving and letting the heart expand. Big heart, so desperately longing for release...to move beyond the body's limitations, meld with the air... The aches of the body, the tightness of muscle and tendon, are finally softening and dissolving...that I might be free.

A knock on my door.

My sister, my darling ebullient one, has been worried about my missing the moonrise on the pier this month. So she has brought bounty; her arms are full of the lushness of fresh summer edibles from the farmers' market. She doesn't stay long. She has seen me. I seem to be alright. No time for a visit. She is gone as soon as she has come.

Where was I?

An extra photo of the pre-visit drawing...