the quality of light

I love writing in a way I love few beings and entities of this world, with my eyes half-closed and the scent of dream still on my skin. But sometimes with work half-done and a soft embracing image in my mind, sleep creeps in.
Tonight I cannot finish what I am writing. I can't show you the snowy world glistening inside of me, but I can tell you that it is there. And in it, the light through the window shines so pure, heaven is illuminated under the skin of a perfectly imperfect mortal.
I should say, though, that this is the world I see every day. I just lose patience counting the minutes until I can share it.
Labels: garden dream music metaphor, lifeloving wonderments, on writing


5 Comments:
Nicely put, but I think I am too tired from traveling to expound any further :) Still, love the amazingly descriptive labels... not going to miss it I think if one needed to search for it :)
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jedimerc, At
4/29/2007 11:33:00 PM
Thanks! I was enjoying the descriptive labels as well, but Blogger is being cranky with them...
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Jill, At
4/30/2007 12:08:00 AM
Ok, let me see, how to say. . . . Oh, ok got it.
Jill baby, I mean: Jill, baby. You know we will wait as long as it takes for your words to come. The waiting, the anticipation, the longing, yearning, aching for more is part of the thrill. Now don't get me wrong, it sucks booty when we are in it. . . . the eternal desert of word despair. . . . then a mirage. . . . a shimmer on the sand. . . . . slowly, an oasis emerges. . . . we don't believe, we plod along. Strangly, this oasis remains, and others are evenly spaced to keep us going. We can make it across the desert.
Not to be sacriligious or anything, but you are kinda like Moses that way. You lead us through the desert, and provide us with what God has delivered to you. Your posts are like Mana from heaven, but slightly less sustaining and miraculous.
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Spaceman Spiff, At
4/30/2007 09:44:00 AM
Hi Jill. Stopped in to visit and let you know I am still around, I just don't get the same time to blog anymore. . . . other commitments as it were. I have cartoons and such to watch and toys to play with and words to learn. Oh, and Potty training takes a good bit of the day. So, I'm just busy.
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lil'bitty, At
4/30/2007 02:44:00 PM
these are some very eloquent word images, jill. i can almost feel the gentle sense of sleep coming on like a thrown sheet settling down on you.
i appreciate your constant sense of wonderment of the sensory world around you. :)
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narthex, At
4/30/2007 09:58:00 PM
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