Besides my boundless love for adventure, travel, beautiful cars, flowers, the smell of fresh cut grass and petrol, mountains, tiny wooden spoons, horses, motorcycles, cool sheets, inspired clothing, cheese, books you want to devour, extra strong black tea with cream and a ton of sugar, the sound of water, silence, the sun, castles, kisses you can melt into, winding roads, trees, and all the marvelous food I can find to put in my face . . .
Below are some other tidbits that light me up.
Perhaps they will spark something in you, too!
“Selective sifting”
A SPACE FOR ME TO SHARE SOME PERSONAL CONTEMPLATIONS, LESSONS, AND REVELATIONS.
A POEM I’VE LOVED FOR DECADES . . .
AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN FIVE CHAPTERS
I
I WALK DOWN THE STREET. THERE IS A DEEP HOLE IN THE SIDEWALK. I FALL IN. I AM LOST . . . I AM HOPELESS. IT ISN’T MY FAULT. IT TAKES FOREVER TO FIND A WAY OUT.
II
I WALK DOWN THE SAME STREET. THERE IS A DEEP HOLE IN THE SIDEWALK. I PRETEND I DON’T SEE IT. I FALL IN AGAIN. I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M IN THE SAME PLACE. BUT IT ISN’T MY FAULT. IT STILL TAKES A LONG TIME TO GET OUT.
III
I WALK DOWN THE SAME STREET. THERE IS A DEEP HOLE IN THE SIDEWALK. I SEE IT IS THERE. I STILL FALL IN . . . IT’S A HABIT. MY EYES ARE OPEN. I KNOW WHERE I AM. IT IS MY FAULT. I GET OUT IMMEDIATELY.
IV
I WALK DOWN THE SAME STREET. THERE IS A DEEP HOLE IN THE SIDEWALK. I WALK AROUND IT.
V
I WALK DOWN ANOTHER STREET.
PORTIA NELSON
