new year ramblings

we grasped for sisterhood found amongst mountains; sighing to let go, embracing the present and each other. reconnecting through a shared affinity with the natural world, we enjoyed a muddy, wet walk and utilised instinct to guide us home via synchronicity of a circular route. with feet up by the fireside we also fired (down) real ale, hearty soup and steaming, spiced mulled wine.

i taste, touch and squeeze earthly pleasures and love the illusion.

later, physical bodies bumped in the night, two souls touching like a jeff buckley song. our childish subconscious brought simultaneous belief in everything and nothing - continue to write in the past tense and none are free. believe in anything and none are free, believe in everything and nothing maybe? think i may have been taking everything too literally, but no time will tell i'm afraid.