Corr. Joanna

swirling time tugging at me ankles – comes to mind a slug I once saw, craning her slimy neck up and up as far as her half-inch body could stretch, trying to see what was ahead in her muddy path across my grandmother’s gravel road.. and when I walk on the mountain, lifted up high above Montreal madness of city traffic, and the trees all full of sunny rainbows reflected from the sky in ice crystal drips suspended in the fresh frisky air. bliss and love and pulling pain, extra ordinary living  – naked and awake. brrrraKk! Here we are moving forward, sitting still.
 
divine light shine on all your paths
Joanna