warrior gush.

Now the backyard has spinning ghosts; it’s infused with flaked-off neurons and the last specks of energy from the weekend of delicious meals, yoga, friends new and old, sunshine, football, exploring, ticks, and rock and roll. The house is positively singing with joyous remembrance. Each overstuffed chair cries out to the others – Hurrah! One ounce of weight has been left behind, the humble, buzzing soul’s impression. While we sleep, soulprint negatives throw themselves to the air & mingle. And this morning, they sighed & sprinkled, draping over the room. We emerge renewed, invigorated and revitalized by three days of warrior gush.


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