I did some stream of consciousness practice tonight and wrote this to the goddess Aphrodite:
Spring and an Easter picnic. Woods and the haunting afternoon light, dappling over soft grass and candy eggs. We run and I love…I love the air and the frothy, floaty enchantment of forever and time unstoppable. Touch my hand and lift me to blessedness. I must feel your beauty. Your grace plays to me the melody I long to hear. Make me alive and free and fanciful. I want the knowledge of your perfect infinity. The children throw their pithy exertion and I yearn to reach for your soluble salvation.