at dusk
cartwheels on the grass
sister teaching sister
with ubuntu
the crunch
of dried autumn leaves
fading red sun shimmers
on the river
pink cheeks
hair tumbling wildly
we watch our breath appear
on the exhale
moments
woven together
with great laughter and love
in autumn bliss
In the past 6 weeks 4 exes and one sorta-kinda ex have come popping back up into my life to either say hi, tell me they still love me or they “want” me. Okay, Universe. I have passed the damned test. I have stayed true to myself and my heart. I have not told them…
I read from her chapter on “Coming Home” and about cutting away what is superfluous to make space for new beginnings.
our eyes met for a moment, we fell deeply in– today i am aflutter.
Qasida of the Woman Prone by Federico Garcia Lorca To see you naked is to remember the Earth, the smooth Earth, clean of horses, the Earth without reeds, pure form, closed to the future, confine of silver. To see you naked is to understand the desire of rain that looks for the delicate waist, or…
Grace is always right there peering out from behind the furniture ready to say “peek-a-boo”! I really appreciate that about life.
Notes to my future love: – You should know that I am a very tender person with a big, open heart. I love the world but have kept myself away from true love out of fear. I have done a lot of work to change that. I’m not afraid anymore. – This heart I’m speaking…