morning pages.

a dear friend

sent to me the book
"the vein of gold"

and

immediately

i fell into it.

the rhythm was cathartic yet soothing for my soul.  

morning pages

for this

night owl

turn out to be written upon waking

in the gentle alaskan evening light

many know as their

winding-down time.  

so i sit with

"ever-sharp" leaded pencil

and

a journal.

a large 8-1/2 x 11 size journal

is suggested 

for writing out one's morning pages.

for now

my journal of choice:

a small boku journal.

easily transported in the messenger bag

which throws over my shoulder

and

carries all the necessities for my daily travels.  

and then:

in the posted mail

comes yet another box of treasures

to let me know

i am loved. 

sage to stimulate olfactory senses.

a small hand-held mirror.

beads and bits of glass and silk.

budded twigs.

sweet paper butterflies.

baubles for decorating the basket of my blue bicycle.

little treasures for feeding the eye.

little treasures that nourish the soul.

all of this feeding of the soul

has worked its way into

my very inner being.

my crystal lattice.

this shell.

this body.

this corporate unit 

is shedding its excess

and

i am healthier.

a cartographer continues to guide my steps

while he holds the map of this journey.

my life is good

and

the plates are set before me:

platters heaped with little treasures

for replenishing.

 the weariness i feel

after the emptying of my energies while at work

is soon forgotten

when i sit at the table

and

write out morning pages

while consuming:

thick rich black tea.

 wild idaho game.

wild alaskan salmon.

life is so stinkin' good:

all i have to do is look around me

to remember this.

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