Priscilla's Pickle Palace

I was recently invited to a birthday Pickleball party. I had no idea what it was and too many funny thoughts and ideas flowed into me, so I decided it was the perfect opportunity to have a go at constructing the first (to my knowledge) and only pickle sculpture.

I would have loved to go for a 360 degree perspective but even well-drained pickles are too flimsy to stand up to the weight...

 drained sweet and dill

Of course I always have to play with the photo editing on my phone...

... the inevitable collaspe 

I do think this would make a good substitute asana in yoga for the Shavasana at the end of one's practice (I always feel quite tangled and, well, just falling apart/short seems a little more accurate "death" than neatly getting comfortable...  -

 " ...and we will now conclude our practice with the Pickle Posehavsana-manamama, so just collapse from here and feel it! ...

[ later ]

...and coming to a sitting position, bringing hands together,

Namaste."

...

...into the compost bin to break down into new possibilities...

Come Out and Play ; Come Out of the Play ; Come Out to Play

come out

come out and play

come out

come out and dance

the radiant dance —

of a life

of light

come out

come out and shine

the soul-full smiles —

of a thousand

candled flames

come out

come out and see

the Divine All around you , through you , as you

come out

come out and feel

the ocean’s waves within you —

waves of the impossible

swelling up and crashing

inside

defining a you

come out

come out and share

the All that you feel —

uniquely expressing

as you

come out

come out

for I Am

in , through , as and of

the you

come out

come out and laugh with Me —

We’ll giggle at our foolishness

and the ways We’ve forgotten

the Truth

come out .

come out  .

come out   .

to Be

for  I Am Here

{ cup hands to one ear , whisper into this self-phone } :

I ’ ve never gone anywhere —

that was the gift

as / for / a

you

to discover the possibilities of

as / the  every—where

.

— You / you

home

kiss the butterfly’s wings —

ten times,

   at least

wrangle the stars & lasso  the sun

take a ride on the moon  into  & through

i am wild

i am tamed

i am you

Hide n' Sneak

what a gift Darkness gives -

such dramatic stage

Moon in My window - slowly passing by e

light so bright it a wake ns  each wee morning

a bit more,    rounder,      stronger

I like to show My skin to You

face to soak , lights a smile…

             watching Wind   waving  silhouettes   of  Tree’s branches    between us

so bright now I can almost see these words as I write them     perhaps in a few more passes     
You will illuminate the whole page

                                     exposed  to the pale blue   lume

the touchless touch of night