Relationships I Hope For

I need clear blue rivers of life to not always flow away from me, in some direction I can't or won't go right now. I need green commitments to home to feel mutually nurturing, sheltering, organic, peaceful, cooperatively engaging in nonviolent communion, co-passionate integrity of sacred emergent space. I need the sky to not always feel grey, dampening my curious natural spirits. Instead, I want to always imagine, as needed, as invited, as if sun summoned, a radiant blue sky singing reflections of invisible spinning stars on the other lighter side of deepest icy winter's dense dull dark cloud bank of settled in oppression. I need rich black soil to support my feet, my nose, my stomach, green trees, brightly colored plants and amazing animated animals giving back robust excretions, reparations for past extractions, borrowed co-investments infesting EarthTribal creolizing rich brown humus. I need my rain-bowed neighbors to notice applaud cheer celebrate when two elegantly athletic white swans sensationally fly upstream to hang out at our downtown harbor where we eat and drink, rest and float, dream and gloat, on land and sandy water, at least side by side, if not honking happy swimming together.