the edges of myself

words, words, words

I never read the rules for mothering it seems I was absent that day– perhaps all of us were. Carrying around the textbook burden of guilt, the weight of which mocks our shortcomings and reveals the all-too constant truth that we’re just winging it.   Each new day, another brave face– scooping up the pieces …

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timelessness emerges existing next to you. a span of hours, days– one tender moment folded into lifetimes spent chasing shadows and resurrecting structures.   mapping this careful framework entrusted to none but ourselves.   the understated pageantry of a life unfolding small moments witnessed– all access granted to the one whose willingness to engage is unsurpassed.   …

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i don’t need to take pictures– your fluid image emblazoned in my mind feet gliding above the sand hands blossoming a golden lotus.   this seamless stretch of time away from existing structures– free to explore new contours find new lines in the curves of our faces.   a deepening– realizing– acknowledging of what is and …

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the unguarded pleasure of your unfettered love granted in fits and spurts– boundaries demolished and resurrected in the span of a single breath– shadows hovering and descending   this infinite perspective that has always been patiently waiting for my prying, stubborn eyes and willful, unrelenting mind.   An existence within emotion– dancing feelings, tidal waves …

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I remembered several of my dreams last night.  That rarely happens to me.  As I drove to work this morning I found myself going over them in my head.  This evening, there’s one that’s still there– the others having been relegated to my subconscious mind where they generally dwell. The one that’s still with me …

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a long anticipated journey undertaken awakening by the light of the moon– careful preparations allowing for  an easy slide from sleep to waking– the sun whispering her hellos from underneath the earth’s carpet as our wheels begin to roll forward   an hour along and her golden  rays are singing– opened fully and  shedding her …

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