my nose itch is how you exist in me. the allergy relief pill fell out of my hand, down the sink then pause to not grab another, letting intuition be loudest in the room. post integration, the tendrils of my snout expand circumference.
it is so erotic how sun melts snow—liquifying existence scope. the miracle of the forest is constant. last night, my dog and i alarm woke to coyote soul howling a plenty love cries—our witnessing, deliberate connection.
after the fun i had staking and visioning principal structure dims with andrew, i feel like exactly the right guy for the job. mud slides, deer droppings, spring water ditches, criss-cross hoof prints, wind chatter, and blood from thorn—the entire experience of being outside, sensorial. we took time to think about slope, southern exposure, privacy, accessibility, and budget. within minutes, landed on something ecologically sound.
the structure is not yet built though felt me through its time, flexing from point now to future then. the universe does not break things into tiny steps for the sake of long roads. the universe does that so we can relish in each rung, breathe life into each space, and feel our makers and destroyers beautifully becoming digestible. i thought building a structure from scratch would be too overwhelming, but it is turning out to be the fruit of my life.