From the Hot Springs

I think healing is meant to hurt

And when it is the mind that needs healing, the body helps.

And when it is the body, the mind steps in.

When both bleed, I can’t truly say.

But lucky for me, my mind was wounded in the winter,

And my body carried it to peace, 

So now that my flesh flinches in fleeting illness,

My mind carries my physical, 

The steps taken feel painful, but it feels right,

So I continue to step, I walk, I hike,

And I’m amazed by what my body can do,

Where it leads me.

To an oasis of murky and muddy water,

Tiny waterfalls pouring into each hot spring,

And the sky is so blue,

The sun’s rays so bright they make me sleepy,

For the first time since the storms of winter.

There is a buzz warming the scene,

Maybe not one to hear but one to see,

From the light dancing on the ripples of the sea,

Miles below on beach, one is left completely unseen.

From Isla Vista

There does not seem to be much to do these days,

For the only things capturing my energy are my thoughts,

Which I can pick and choose,

And activities that take far too long to indulge,

But lazy does not mean absent of adventure,

So an adventure we attempted, a blissful drive of 15 minutes,

Hands intertwined with the soft wind out the window,

To a restaurant selling pizzas with tangy tomato sauce,

And hot flatbread that makes all fall silent due to the immense satisfaction caused,

When an appetizing bite touches hungry lips.

And when our bellies were satisfied,

We listened to the water crash on the beach,

And noticed how the light is more golden than I ever thought it could be.

It is more gold every evening. 

From Red Rock

My skin was reminded of light today,

Saluting the sun, pebbles beneath stirring with impatience in my every move. 

I got to shine my face, arms, and legs,

To the shockingly frigid, brown and turquoise water,

Likely flowing with whatever it could carry,

And to the poppies upon a ledge across the river bank,

Covering the normally dull and dry hills.

We spoke, sipped, and sat in silence,

Basking in the wonders of what is springtime,

I can feel it here at last.