Autumn 2014

20.

After two days of cleaning my very small first nest in this town I sink into fresh lavender sheets and watch the dance of candle flame in heavy rain sound- I left the back door open... I look around my room: at the mountain photo that I hung on a wall to get a feel for heights that I am kindly eager to achieve, I have my woolly blanket to warm my body and my Soul on winter nights and tiny Turkish prayer rug besides- to kiss my first step out of bed, no matter- left or right... Those sixteen books that I have never had a chance to read in Galway, I lined them on a window board next to my desk, my favourite the biggest mug that you can only get I brought with me for an evening Sage tea- wise people say it helps to purify your thoughts before the night dreams land...

I feel a little lonely walking the corridors of the reflections and at the same time I feel glad. I feel no regrets or worries, no expectations either, just gratitude for all those starts that I am supported in making, I hope- for the best. I wash the Galway girl away in subtle joy I bath...

I think tonight do we get what we deserve of what we demand in life? Or it is the same thing on the other hand?

 

'Close the back door'- I hear my grandmother's week whisper- 'do not forget, my little girl, you are now living on a ground floor...' 'I hear you'- my heart smiles. And yes, she's right- October settles on the country's South land's...

 

Vytukas, 2010

Vytukas, 2010

by Brigita Stasun