Y'all ever feel you' insides dancin' for no reason?
Sometimes, walkin' late afternoon under trees with Ma, where the coolin' sunlight stream through branches, and decorate we faces like gold ribbon, I do a li'l jig, a quick step, one foot in front, hop.
I want to skitter like them leaves on the asphalt road, twirlin' when the wind blow, I want to spin like that one leaf hanging on a cobweb string. I want to be that thin drizzly-rain doin' that shiverin'-quiverin' in the wind like a Sufi song.
This morning, I peep through the window, spy a butterfly waftin' by, past the pecan tree.
I speed outside, trot across the damp grass to peek at them pecan nuts.
Back in the house, and I feel that dancin' thing trippin' and twirlin' within.
As I sit down here to write a li'l hello, I play a song, Sajda, from the film, My Name is Khan.
Me memory-mind do a flip, kerry me to me apartment by the sea, in me lovely native land. See me there, standing at me big-wide window, staring at the black-night-sea swayin', and me spirit flow like the water, rockin' to the tabla and the raags.
I must go cook lunch now. Have a sweet day, lovely Friends. Take care of you.
Plenty lurve, neena xx
P.S. Here is some more inside-dancin' memories straight from Big Ole Home By De Sea:
A strange light in me room…
a dull, silver glow,
lighting a path through the east window,
across me bed, to the floor.
On the edges of the light-path,
I can see me bookshelf in the soft gloom,
me guitar against the shelf,
a chair with magazines,
the clear plastic bins with craft.
I open the windows
and the breeze lift them curtains in a dance.
And something inside me start to dance,
a moon-breeze dance.