What a time it has been
That I’ve written some words
To be read by the one whom I fancy
His name, there are three
I’ll work them in subtle
The letters of he that I love
The first is so tall, with Stonehenge essence
A drink to be had with the sun or moon
With friends or in sought out solitude.
It is a ticking clock, it is a tree, it is turning soil over
The first letter of he that I love
The middle is arch, with a rise and a curve
Like a crest of a robins wing flying
It falls from sky in drops, pirate scowls
It is rain, it is running, it is rounding a stone
The second letter of he that I love
The last of the three is tall, wide and stark
Mountainous reasons for trying. With points
And peaks so wisely staggered, egging on a climb
It is wonder, it is wild, it is wrapping up in shelter
The last letter of he that I love
Reid and I went on a really fun day date yestereday (his idea) to visit some really awesome indian ruins from the 1100s. Near sunset crater. Time travel at its finest.
dutch: hygge
german:gemutlich
No word really exists in the english language that fully conveys what either of these words does.. The basic meaning is one’s striving to obtain an ultimately cozy, friendly, warm way of existing. It can be applied physically or emotionally. (have you seen www.kinfolkmag.com ?)
So here and now I set a goal for the fresh year ahead ( it might just be an excuse for more psuedo-nesting…) At any rate, I hope to live more of a hygge-lifestyle. Draw more warmth in, and give more out in whatever ways I can. I imagine this will be useful as I prepare to leave my element, the coziness of this life I’ve built in Flagstaff.
So here’s to carrying a sense of warmth, comfort, and well being wherever I go as a part of my mobile environment of self.
some more snow leaves
its space in the clouds
some minutes move
and the dust settles in
and all that is mourned
or gone
well, really
I am just beginning
to believe this is true..
all of these days
I miss you friend
