When loving you patiently I find myself gritting my teeth because I think I know best, when I don't know at how to love you yet at all. I know how I have loved in the past and how I have been loved, but to love you? You? Someone so new. I don't know. How… Continue reading Jawbone
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Grief
When it comes to death I know two things. One: that I am much smaller than I think I am and Two: that I am much larger that I think I am too. To exist in smallness and largeness is a great gift. One that I take for granted every day. To be protected by… Continue reading Grief
Hope looks like
He said with his glasses off every light in the distance looked like a star. I told him to keep them off for a while. Maybe it’s not so bad to see things that way. Everything is always guiding you home if you let it. Even if we don't understand why yet. I've been brought… Continue reading Hope looks like
Canine
This morning, while watching the sun peek over the roof of the house across the street, I saw a little brown butterfly float so gently she looked like a leaf falling from the tree. That is how I feel getting to know you. Like I am both falling and floating. Moments of ease punctured by… Continue reading Canine
Maybe
Let’s get a house with an attic and fill it with holiday decorations and pull it all down once a year and rejoice in what we have forgotten we have and smile knowing we haven’t lost what we love. Lets get a house with floors worth treading and dance all over them from front door… Continue reading Maybe
Growth
Before there was: “meandyou.” There was...me. And there was...you. And then we were “US” (which felt bigger than two) Though now I’m just me. And you are just you. It seems rather strange, (Now that we are through) That I care for me, More than I care for you. The “And” in the middle Was… Continue reading Growth
prayers of hope
All of you that changes is welcome with me. All of you that shifts when the wind blows. All of you that let’s go when the Burden becomes heavy. All of you that learns how to pick it back up again and carry it longer. All of you that tastes sweetness and sighs. All of… Continue reading prayers of hope
wishing stones
A dream. A dream about a big backyard and glowing sunset filtering through the trees. Twinkle lights hung abound and laughter punctured through music as if it were written in (in pencil, of course, at final dress). A cello, soft and low; a whisper, sweet and promising, and a ring of flowers in my hair.… Continue reading wishing stones
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