Spirited

My word for today is spirited. I wanted to run like the wind, like a deer, like a small single engine plane. I want to fly.

Words are my vehicle and I want them to glide across the page, I want to make them transparent wings, with scotch tape and crayoned colored things to take you places you have never seen. In my imagination, the jewels of Babylon are still secured— emeralds, diamonds, jade and gold tucked in my cap and down my neck unfold:
Behold, King Solomon’s Mines—or should I say, Behold the Kitty’s mind!

Spirited—when did I lose that trait? When did I stop hitchhiking across country, joining up with spiritual masters, walking around town at night to see who else was crazy enough to stay up (turns out only the lone cop wondering what the hell I was doing out so late in a snowstorm).

Spirited—today I will swim in the pool, eat good food, drink lots of water and write, write, write!

Today I will be filled with the spirit to inspire, to write and to be whole!