Sometimes I feel so incredibly settled. As if the world had been in a shadow and flipped around to face the sun; and I could feel it on my skin, and my lips, and the tops of my feet. The contentment rising up in me. When all is beautiful, all people are beautiful.
The world feels round then - and whole. No sharp edges or places to fall off. Just a round softness - spinning, spinning, carefully holding little souls to her surface; nurturing them, blessing them, allowing her winds to stroke their swirling locks of hair.
If only the world always felt round. If only the sun always seemed to kiss heads and hum with happiness. If only I could stay right there, stand right there, be right there, reside right there.
