Friends of Bill W.

[Lady_Di]

Originally Posted by LeftWriteFemme

July 8

PASTRY




Like French pastry, sobriety gets richer with each layer. As I investigate these layers I approach the buttery center. The fat seeps through the years, makes boundaries crisp and intimacy velvety. Ingredients, which ordinarily wouldn’t mix, somehow blend and counterpoint one another in a flaky shell. Fruit and nuts improve every bite. Though there are times which are a bit crumbly, most of the structure is strong and the invention skillful. Pastry and sobriety are compositions of strength and brilliance, which are meant to be taken internally.


Juggle solutions.
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Night Clothes and Bed Clothes

Is there any indulgence
quite like that of clean sleepwear
warm from the laundry?

Pulling on jammies over squeaky clean skin
and the little shutter that goes with tired hedonism
is a pleasure without formed words,
left for grateful sounds and little moans.

Hard work creates more than stability,
more than cash flow, more than mere exhaustion,
hard work changes my mind about delight.

It allows me to see it in the most obvious,
most subtle of places.
My bed has become haven, hospital, refuge
and I am tucked up in my nest, safely out of my mind.

Now I am off to Santa Fe I think, to indulge in a croissant and some language of the heart.

Thank you for the reminder, life is good... even when flakey. Maybe even especially when flakey. Somedays, the flakier the better. Is that even a word. No dictionary here, and lazy.

But clean and happy, still in my night clothes, still clean skin is happier still. Life is beyond good today. Now to dress in something other than these lovely bed clothes and go out into this bright and lovely day.

Namaste
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