My last 24 hours encompassed a journey that included four airplanes, a motorized rickshaw, a large wooden boat and of course my incredibly strong and healthy legs (don’t know what I’d do with out them). And now I find myself surrounded by the sounds of the Peruvian jungle under a breathtaking canopy of stars, far …
my devotion is deepening with each gesture of your quiet heart.
it’s always perfect when you leave and equally sublime when you stay.
if i could capture my moments with you in words– they would sing and sigh and breathe as no words have ever dared. if i could call upon all songbirds to lift their voices in harmony and encapsulate the elation and joy flying through my heart, i would. if i could wrap my …
my heart hurts sometimes acknowledging growth is not without discomfort
I’ve closed my heart before locked it tightly– buried the key beneath layers of shoulds and coulds and woulds I’ve watched myself walk away treading carefully, moving backwards longing for an explanation some semblance of the truth I’ve understood the sting of rejection– internalized its pointy edges, embracing their lessons along with the …
i love it when you call me baby it breaks my heart wide open and spills it on the ground and wraps me up in an understanding that needs nothing more than your silent smile and gentle, responsive hands i love it when behind your eyes i see the sparkle of your boy– …
your hands possess a
knowledge your mind cannot touch
blanketing my fear
You, who will drop everything for a friend, or even an acquaintance– set aside your plans or desires without even the slightest look back– or thought for SELF. She has taught you a very lopsided version of boundaries– barriers perhaps is a better word– walls which are programmed to spring into action when the …
Revealing myself fully– pulling back the curtain– surreptitiously pulled tight so many years ago– the reasons scattered around amidst the dust bunnies and dead flies. here i am. this is me. a little silly, perhaps. and maybe overzealous at times– but who could have it any other way? I wonder is it who we are– …
the edges of myself 