There are some nights in the south when the weather is to humid and hot for clothing, when you lay in bed covered in your lightest white cotton sheet, barely. Perhaps running cubes of ice you scoop out of your glass with your fingers over your skin, nights when you lift the windows and hope that the rain comes in, along with the wind that cools all in its passing.
Nights I lay in bed and long to describe these moments, to etch out these little space in time. The way candle light hits a shoulder while golden locks fall against it, the way that the soft natural fabrics feel running themselves along the corridor of tinted sun kissed flesh, the way the world feels at the bottom of a pool – like looking up through the looking glass – your thoughts rise with the bubbles and you realize that the only thing that is real is this moment, is the rush of waters sweet caress.
This moment is the only thing that is ever happening, and I say savor it.
I am a runaway journalist… a runaway writer who has stopped to dip her toes into the deep unknown and to unravel herself in the tropic, who does pause for moments when my heart longs to reach out and scrawl itself upon a page, one to be published with the 21st century click of a button, suggesting that I have not gone too far, as to the point of not finding my digital way back, I pause to inscribe these sacred moments … like messages in a bottle that I toss from this wet and warm climate – through cumulus clouds in hopes that they found their way washed upon the shores of your beaches, and that tomorrow while thinking of your casting call, or running to your appointment, and so on and so on and so forth, you will stop to soak up the beauty of your moment, and realize that is the ONLY important thing happening in your day. All of life is beauties side effect, or at least it should be, and beauty is the repercussion of love.
So love on, and be beautiful. Execute your actions from that transient aspect of your souls song, kick off your shoes, dance in the rain, dance in the shower since it rarely rains in LA, and put this one on repeat… let the track spin on and on, and even if it’s cold wherever you might be… bring the heat.
There is warmth in the cold be a testament. Remember to embrace your moment, remember that the greatest gift of love is sharing it.
I love you… Live Holistic
By Ashley Davene