Grounding

In the DR. Island of my dreams, my getaways—magic each and every time,

just as if it’s the first time: EUPHORIA

The luminous joy of knowing wonder,

a wonderful secret, employing a

wonderful plan, basking in a wonderful you.

No worries, no guilt, no chores, no tasks, no knowledge, just perfect—

coffee, mimosa, passion fruit juice, fresh squeezed—save space!

for the vegetarian omelet cooked just for you

with all the love and respect you never

experience in the North, the cold North

Every wonder, every delight:

the spa treatments, the hammock, the piña coladas, the mamajuanas, the mofongo, the parrots, the bachata music, the smiles, the appreciation of your appreciation

whereas one never has enough, is enough, has done enough to count, to rest, to be left alone, here,

you’re more than enough and greatly counted—

The Sunlight, the excursion, the pool, the sand you bury your feet in, the relaxing tingles all over your body, the years melted away, you sit in the lounge chair and heal from all that‘s broken and toxic in the North, the soulless North.

ahhh, Relief,

You are grounded.