an hour to myself

had an hour to myself yesterday
while my brother was getting a massage,
i walked up the road and got lost in wildflowers by the sidewalk for a while...



i got mesmerised by the twisting branches



and the tree's sweet leaves



the sky was sublimely blue



i got distracted by a huge rope tower for children to play on
and i placed down my bag, kicked off my shoes
and i made my conquest
hands, arms, feet hurting that wonderful goodness
as i giggled my way to the top
i felt like rapunzel up there



the rope made beautiful patterns across the sky above



after i finished, i surveyed the little park i was in.
i sat on the bench, and searched through my bag

all i need to amuse me is~



a notepad (with gorillas on the cover), my camera, water, a bag from venice (thanks little sister!) and a book (Moon Rites in this instance)

i took some self portraits



i soaked in the warmth of the sun on a park bench



then i crawled under a canopy of bush trees to read my book
in there i found the most beautiful, serendipitious thing ~
a tree which looked like the goddesses i read of...



it was my friend as i sat there,
reading, watching ants scurry in the earth beneath me.

that was one hour of my day.
a gloriously free, unkept hour in my life
when no one expected me to be anywhere,
i had nothing to do,
but be.
and it was beautiful.