This last spring, when entering the dating scene again, I got to experience the joy and exhilaration of new love. It’s wonderful, confusing, painful and addictive. Foolish love, when will you learn?
Hanging on a Star
written by Wendy Hunt
We took a rocket to the sun.
It was too fast but it was fun.
I didn’t count the cost
or think of those I left behind.
I was fearless; flying high;
the throttle open wide.
You and me
I can’t see …
I can’t sleep …
Just keep me hanging
On a star
We’ll travel far
In space we floated weightlessly
No need for shoes or gravity
We lived on stardust
Drank from comets that were passing by.
The music of the universe,
a smile, a lover’s sigh.
The light of dawn shines on my face;
I’m pulled back into it’s embrace.
I wake to find I’m floating down
through stars and turqoise skies.
I hope to land on clouds
but know I’ll have to improvise.
The weight of landing bears me down.
I pick myself up off the ground.
I look up, see how far I fell;
amazed I’m livin’.
I wonder when I’ll get a chance
to do it all again.
© 2010, Wendy Hunt
Artists are healers. I am certainly a healer for my clients. The beautiful, deeply personal, symbols I create for their professional heart-driven work. I don’t take this lightly and go deeply into the work with my clients. Creating a visual and written language that represents their next evolution – something for them to grow into via their words, materials, and websites.