Sunday, November 22, 2009

sunday scribblings #190 beauty


beauty is a word, it means many things. it is sunrise each day and images in the unconscious, in dreams as we sleep. last night it was a saddle, on the table of a yard sale. i was escaping from a very long and complicated dream, i jumped up into the saddle and rode along the edge of the table, as if along a cliff, horseless, happy and alone.

(check out other scribbles at: http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/)
(saddle by consuela: http://www.consuelastyle.com/)

3 comments:

  1. my wife would love to join you, I will watch from under a shady tree with a cool drink.

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  2. "happy and alone." How I understand those words!

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