Life According to Susanna

Life According to Susanna

I am going to spend the rest the of my life trying to communicate it. How it feels to be me. How it feels to love the pylons and the wires as much as I do. How it feels, the love and excitement, when I see a pylon.

How it feels like everything is possible when I see a wind farm. How it all is dissolves - how all barriers to love - are dissolved when I see a wind farm. How it feels to be down 
On myself
On my work and on my job. And then someone sends me a picture of Alan Turing with no context. How it feels 

To dance. To slay. To be the queen of the dancefloor. How it feels to dance dance dance dance dance 

How it feels to dance like everyone’s watching and know that some are

How it feels to find a good poem 
By Hafiz. How it feels to find another Christian mystic 

That speaks to me. Julian of Norwich. Brother Lawrence. Catherine of Siena. Father Thomas Keating. I just wish that I could get Mister Eckhart

How it feels to go home and see my family. How it feels to watch movies together. How it feels to see all of nature talking to you

How it feels to see the wind farms 

And once again 

Once again
A card with a frog reading an old book


To feel

The wind farms…

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