Dreaming is Free: Sight, Sound, and Soul Candy

Aloha Lovely Readers,

How has your week been so far? Mine has brought me back into contact with two talented friends, internationally known photographer Randy Jay Braun of Maui, and poetry goddess and baker extraordinaire, Judyth Hill. Both teach as well as practice their crafts. I first met and studied with Judyth in Santa Fe and would love to take one of her workshops in San Miguel de Allende where she now lives. Just as I would love to travel with Randy on one of his photography sojourns in Provence this summer! A girl can dream can’t she…Blonde always said “dreaming is free”. In the meantime I thought I’d combine one of Randy’s recent photo’s with one of Judyth’s recent poems for your sensory pleasure and nourishment.  XO  SabrinaCALIBRATIONS OF INTIMATE DISTANCE The night turns on its invisible wheels….  in the sensual kitchen: kisses of longitude and lassitude. By dark, bake stars, stitch stories across 2 Americas. Before maps and after maps,  such scales as the heart knows,  make a lucid measure,  carbon married to a complicated sugar,  tempered simple by passionate campsite. Curl up and sleep, I’ll tend the silence, stir the coals. Porque no? A watched dream simmers. I’ll wear water and the fragrance of jonquils,  come to you, a journey of years and velvet decorum. Charmed particles turn, miles apart in the hands of the Divine. I cannot stop the crazy joy in my breathing, become lover to the verve of voluptuous lightening. Let’s catch fire!  Everything tastes sudden, then slowly again, good. Judyth Hill

CALIBRATIONS OF INTIMATE DISTANCE
The night turns on its invisible wheels….
in the sensual kitchen: kisses of longitude and lassitude.
By dark, bake stars,
stitch stories across 2 Americas.
Before maps and after maps,
such scales as the heart knows,
make a lucid measure,
carbon married to a complicated sugar,
tempered simple by passionate campsite.
Curl up and sleep, I’ll tend the silence, stir the coals.
Porque no? A watched dream simmers.
I’ll wear water and the fragrance of jonquils,
come to you, a journey of years and velvet decorum.
Charmed particles turn, miles apart
in the hands of the Divine.
I cannot stop the crazy joy in my breathing,
become lover to the verve of voluptuous lightening.
Let’s catch fire!
Everything tastes sudden, then slowly
again, good.
Judyth Hill

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