I found this photograph a couple of days ago in a drawer by the side of my bed. It’s my sweet little baby girl, about two months before her 2nd birthday. (Right now she’s less than a month from her seventh birthday). This photo was taken in Oakland, CA at my best friend’s home sometime …
every tiny piece that has ever been part of me is rushing back NOW. leaving me to feel undeniably full and blessed for knowing you…
i can say the same thing over and over again with new words– articulate the feelings, ever expanding– and celebrate the joy that flows through and around my heart like hot springs, beginning internally and working their way out to the edges– creating a warmth, a safety, that cannot be duplicated. i am vast, …
when thoughts of you come i’m unable to surpress the curve of my smile.
my love for you flattens all constructs, replaces ideas, fragments the structures so clearly fixed. it leaves me amongst the rubble and decay of beliefs and images held dearly since the beginning of time. understanding as a caterpillar taking to her chrysalis, that with the death of certainty, comes the birth of flight.
If i could paint a picture of the moment when my heart first became yours– its edges would blur– the canvas never sufficient expression. If a machine existed that measured the point of impact (when my soul first recognized yours) it would irrefutably prove the magnitude of a love– its fabric stretched across lifetimes. …
our matching postures ankles crossed, feet mirroring my yin and your yang
the worlds i’ve moved through since meeting you– gratitude does not begin to cover the debt i feel i owe– realizing the maximum of all that i am and understanding that i have yet barely scraped the surface. knowing that as i rise– you rise with me– our expansion exponential when walking together. …
the perfection of
your beauty strikes me each time
i watch you awake.
continually marveling at the splendid perfection that is.
the edges of myself 