Me day

Remember those days when we were little kids? We jumped out of bed without emerging from our little world. We were happy. My cousin and I wondered who had destroyed our little castle in the scrub and suspected, no: blamed, the neighbor boys. We had the air around our little bodies, the leaves, the lush green grass and belly-high cuckoo flowers. Our feet and hands into warm, soft clay mud, we sank into dreams filled with the sounds of plants and birds. My body has made a copy of all of this, and it's this reserve I nourish from. Today I call in a Me day, dedicated to this reserve, to the silence and peace and sensory creativity of little creature in the mud.