Amotisse week twenty-five

Wildflowers, mud maps and bird shadows…spring is definitely in the air! ​

A Sunday ramble in the spring-shine bush, recalled my 19-year-old self and reminded me of a handsome young lover who called me wildflower…possibly the sexiest compliment ever!  Do you sometimes recall special spoken words and past lovers?  What makes you feel like a wildflower?

While we have steamy young love on the mind, why not navigate some serious contours.  Keeping with the map theme, this week (and every week) you are the treasure.  Design a mud map of your body.  Describe, explain and give directions to the song of your curves, the blossoming of your being, what makes your skin sing…plenty of gooey clichés and juicy metaphors available. 
How about the key to your heart, secret gardens, mossy caverns, tangled bushes, rolling hills, forbidden forest fruits…ha!
We are infinitely luscious and limitless!
Will your lover be able to brave the perils and unearth your treasures!

While driving to work this morning, a bird flew by in front of me and a split second later, I saw its shadow flying after it.  It occurred to me that a bird shadow, when in flight, is completely separate from its body - unattached. It seems quite peculiar to me. 
As far as I know, this is not the case for most shadows; they are, we are, permanently attached, (unless somehow you have figured out how to fly), they are always with us.  Thoughts of Peter Pan’s mischievous shadow came to mind and all the shadow photos I like to take, stretching out in funny elongated angles.  How attached are you and your shadow?  What is your shadow story?
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