Earth Child

I honestly don't know what to write. I have been overflowing with a huge amount of inspiration in the last few days but none of it was to write. It was what my cousin, Phoung, and I like to call "earth-child." I have become an earth-child, unable to suppress the impulse to be outside. Sunday, I spent the day climbing the trees in my backyard, sitting up there, reading a book occasionally, dancing barefoot in the sunshine. I made a wreath of yellow flowers from the bush by my window and wore it in my hair and considering the fact that I stayed up until 3 a.m. that morning, I took a four and a half hour nap on the grass in the sunshine. The cool evening breeze, the bright thick green grass, the tiny dandelions, and the setting sun all beckon me know to join them as the brilliant star bids her farewell to this corner of the world. My bare feet long to dance in celebration of a day well spent and in anticipation of a moonlit night filled with inspiration, dreams and healing sleep to prepare me for the coming day with all its challenges and trials. Chao tam biet.