Sandy, isotic, mesic Humic Haploxerept

a soil horizon – a title found on a piece of my husband’s scratch paper, I started to imagine….

Sandy – grainy, gritty, teeth grind, warm release surrender, dreams of the beach in the summer time

Isotic – exotic? Iso – same. It must be the same here. Maybe this is the same beach that I fell asleep on last year and got that last silly sunburn. You’d think I’d be over that by now.

Mesic – in the middle. Nope, not me, never in the middle. Last fall at a dance I found myself in the middle of two bodies for a very long time. My skin was so open that it was too much for me. Too much stimulation, to much awareness. But then, I can think of being in the middle of the warm sand, the warm sun on my face. Never too much of that.

Humic – wet, soggy, bottom land. I know this one. Humics are the bogs, my front yard in winter, but not this winter. Humic is the source of the mosquitos that fly on the beach. Humic is the beach we avoid, looking for high dry ground without bugs.

Haploxerept – it is fun just imagining how to pronounce that and what it might mean. I imagine a clown with a big floppy hat, pretending to fall down the stairs in that way that is so controlled. The appearance of surrender being the ultimate in control. Perhaps it is that moment I dream of, lying on the warm beach with the waves washing me away when I just surrender and become apart of the ocean. I dissolve and then I am one with that which is greater than myself.

Amen, God in the soil, halleluiah, breathing in all the warmth of summer in a just a dream and some funny words on paper. I begin yet again. I breath in the warmth of this day in grace.