I like soft things
blankets of rain, falling in sheets
then, the fresh smell of the morning-after
the downy fur of the small creature I nuzzle my face into
and soft colors: blues, lavenders, pinks
I like soft features
a round, open, trusting face
the curving lines of a generous hip and mouth
open-ness, as a quality of being, always feels good to me
I like soft sounds
the steady breathing of my sleeping lover
the chitter chatter of birds at daybreak
a classical guitar being played in a quiet room
the rhythm of gentle waves rolling onto the shore
I like soft feelings
the warm embrace of a friend
the up-swelling of love when I’m moved by Beauty and Truth
reunions of all sorts
a long-awaited blessing given to what has been forgotten, unacknowledged, lost, injured
I like my softness
the way I deeply feel impressions, edges, grooves and shapes of things
that my first instinct is to love and protect, always
how harsh sounds, words, energies cause me to recoil because they are not gentle
they are not me
and I am soft
-Jessica Shepherd, healer, author, Follow the Moonlit Path
