a garden for growing roses

Hello Tuesday,

Today is a simple day for recognizing the breadth of earth's bosom.  The past few weeks have been spoiled by worry, and witless imagery. Instead of tickling my senses with sprightly natures, I've been caught by the dreamer's tide.   While clocks are breathing, and bringing me closer to the next candle, I've been dreaming of wandering, and becoming.    Surely, I'm not to blame.  It's rooted within the spirit to dream of other worlds. Some days, dreaming of new lands, new sands, new hills, new cascades, brings rosiness. Sometimes dreaming is a way of departure, of rescue, of flight.    This week, dreaming of new landscapes, only caused me to feel forlorn and melancholy.   Just as wistful breathings entered my skin, I wanted to hide beneath my pillow. Then the sun came up, and reminded me of my heart.

March dresses in early risings, and woodpeckers welcome the new light. My teeth have been munching on gluten free foods. And my tongue has been appreciative of every new flavor.  This morning,   I sipped myself a glass of Vanilla Almond Milk..coated maple sugar dripping on top...and a ripe Banana. My tummy is bending in happiness and good feelings.     For lunch, I'm giving eyeteeth for eggs on brown rice.  

 The Chinook shakes the city, and brings salutations of spring. To kindly thank the weather, I've worn my favorite pants.  The blossoming garden pants dress me in silk, and flow down my frame. These pants are the flower of my wardrobe.  Emblazoned in Roses, and ethereal flowers. 

It's Tuesday, open mic night. You'll find me by the sunlight, writing sonnets, and chasing mare's tails.   By the moonlight, I can be found stirring and swaying to the melody of sound.     Oh the melody of sounds-
This is what we must do: sing, you sing, I sing. From withering roots that live inside our bones, and mummified wells that echoe "can not."  We must sing in sorrow, and love, and in light, and in patches.  At once,  I was locked in silence.  Then a hot bath, and the humming of folk tunes turned my heartbeats into breath. No matter where I am, I want to be singing..*

 "Sometimes she has imagined what it would be like to fly, to live in the river, to run like a horse. She has dreamed of that freedom, that power, and fears the wildness in herself that wants to live as beasts live, moved purely by need and desire. She has felt torn between the heat of her limbs and the thoughts in her mind telling her to be careful and good and always calm.    Don't scream or cry, don't run to him and throw yourself at his  feet, pleading for him to take you in his arms, don't strip off your clothes and run naked to the water, wild with wanting."

Now... to announce the giveaway winner..   Firstly, many thank you's and heart beats for your participation. For fairness, I entered the eligible entries into a random number generator, and for those with additional entries, I entered you for how many times you've entered the contest.     Congratulations Natalie*our number 3 entry* You're the winner of $100 to spend with chicshop.ca....check your mail..*

If you didn't win, don't bend in circles, or frowns.  I'm planning on composing more giveaways, at least one for each month.  If you're interested in sponsoring a giveaway, send me an email     **

Kisses, and peaches
love amy*

what i wore

white blouse- moon from the bay $13

faux fur vest- blue notes $15

wedges- Costa Blanca $44

floral pants- forever 21 $35

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