June 4, 2010
Sand between my toes. Hot summer sun warming my back. The godess cradles me, for all that I am, all that I was, and all that I ever will be. I smile at her lulling tones, so similar to that of ocean waves. I stretch in her golden arms, so similar to that of a sandy shore. I doze under her mothering gaze, so similar to that of the smiling summer sun. And then I sleep awhile, locked in sea-bed dreams, in an octopus's garden. I awake upon a lazy beach. I awake within the embrace of the godess.