and why
I do:
scuttle: is more than a word. it's a thing that reaches deep inside like a tickle and frolics around my house like popcorn that is never eaten up
storm: because it describes in one word what is going on with a flood of emotion that could not be otherwise described
longing: the hunger for more that never goes away. I carry longing like a spare pair of shoes that fit every situation...whether sweatpants, jeans or dress
thesaurus: describes an old house filled with empty rooms of potential...of which there is always more...And it's alive like a mischievous mouse that screeches when you catch it! Gotchya!! you rapacious rat
red: is the color of expansion (there is always room for red)
recipe: the villian I love to hate. secretly, I mull it over with momentary consideration...but my favorite part of this word is the JOY that comes from conquering its suffocating contract of mere suggestion
wonder: because there is always time to stop everything for it
promise: the substance of what I cling to but don't deserve to have. always remembering, hoping, reminding, and pursuing
"His words are kisses,
His kisses words.
Everything about Him
delights me,
thrills me
through and through!
That's my Lover..."
(Song of Solomon 5:10, The Message)
