Honey Hangover

Solo Time Traveler

I woke up slowly, then slowed down some more. Feeling sensual and expectant of the day.

I feel…like honey; slow, sweet, and sticky. Liable to stick to anything that gets too close. So I must be careful, vigilant in maintaining my emotional boundaries.

While I don’t have an exact word for how I want to feel today, I still have some idea.

I wanna feel like each deep breath I’ve taken, like this pen gliding across this paper, like the breeze felt between my legs and across my breasts this morning, like that first glorious stretch I had, like the perfect silence I woke up to at 6 a.m., like this this lazy gaze I have as I look out at how the sun’s glow sits perfectly on everything outside my window.

I feel grateful and the day has just begun, so it will get sweeter from here. Everyone keeps asking how my trip was, like that’s an easy thing to summarize. I could literally talk about it for days and still find more to say, more to smile and cry about.

I was staying in paradise. All around me was God’s perfect work. I got to be completely present (and alone, except for the riverside queen that made my delicious meal that day)in the quiet of the Rio Grande river. I got to indulge in such FULL time alone, that time slowed down for me. I do believe I got to time travel, by way of the slow and purposeful lane. I got to see more of the world than I ever have.My eyes wanted to fly to see even more and go even further.

Maybe no one will believe me, but I’d dreamt of this place. I never believed it could exist outside of my own makings, of a world beyond my reality.

God, thank you for showing me what I was always meant to see, always meant to feel.

I have no desire to rush through life. I want to pour from one moment to the next; slowly, purposefully, sweetly, like honey.

I don’t even feel like my eyes have adjusted back to seeing THIS way of life. How could they after seeing, being, going so far and so wide?

The view outside my stay in Portland, Jamaica