How easy but painful – living vicariously…No, please,
live
precariously
with
your own eyes, your own toes, your own breath
one step
one trip
one sleep
one sip
each at once and after, again.
Blind often
we are in each beat
to the perfection,
no matter how chaotic,
of a rumpled bed
a makeup filled counter
dirty dishes
writhing piles of laundry
sculpture
design
life.
Dust accumulates faster than can be cleared
fresh turns sour
mold grows
mascara smears.
Who can see the transcendence of dishevelment?
This morning:
a fine cup of tea in a deconstructing house.
Comparing my chaotic life with teens to my friend’s life expressions – she is a being who seems to manifest loveliness in every gesture – prompted this poem out of me this summer.
When I saw Ivon’s Post, Imperfection, I wanted to reblog a reblog 🙂
http://ivonprefontaine.com/2013/02/05/imperfection/
Toasting you with my teacup, amid the mess of life, in our shared moments of surrender, embrace, and JOY!
Life as Improv 
An absolute beauty Marga t.
Cheers, Caimbeul! Working on my relationship with the now – now 🙂 pulling out all the stops – thanks for sharing the journey!