Felt this in my bones: "On days when thinking feels impossible, I lay my thoughts down and let them rattle— my bones that is. When the thoughts are gone, my limbs shake and quake free from worry, my bones become wind chimes." Beautiful, freeing imagery.
Thank you so much for your wonderful description of Opol, I couldn't have said it better myself 🥺 So grateful for the community we've created together!!
What a meditative poem Andy! I feel these closing lines:
On days when thinking
feels impossible,
my singing body thanks
some silent god
that it is finally free
to feel again.
Thank you, Sammi! I’m glad this resonated for you
This lovely poem unexpectedly lulled and soothed. Thank you.
Aw thank you, Luna. Appreciate you taking the time to read it.
Felt this in my bones: "On days when thinking feels impossible, I lay my thoughts down and let them rattle— my bones that is. When the thoughts are gone, my limbs shake and quake free from worry, my bones become wind chimes." Beautiful, freeing imagery.
Thank you so much for your wonderful description of Opol, I couldn't have said it better myself 🥺 So grateful for the community we've created together!!
So many good things happening! ☀️