oh! the uncontainable luxury of a spacious saturday morning as we stretched out on your bed limbs entangled skin to skin we spoke of the spaciousness of the land of man’s need to contain it and the earth’s persistence in asserting herself i– drew a pattern on your beautiful back to illustrate a river’s path…
the fabric of a morning of just noticing It feels so nice to just lay in bed and bask in the space between and listen to birdsong. Running late isn’t an emergency My daughter’s hand feels so sweet in mine. If I couldn’t find a way to make people smile, I would rather not live…
“You only suffer when overlooking someone else’s pain and suffering. By remembering how afraid, lonely, and seemingly trapped one must feel in order to act as desperately or aggressively as they seem to act, you shall be spared of your own suffering by opening the heart of empathy. In doing so, every judgment, projection &…
In improv class, we don’t get to use the words “don’t” or “no” and rarely get to ask questions when we are playing games. This is because it stops the story from moving forward. This has, of course, got me thinking about how I stop my own story. I see how many times I’ve let…
I do. I do bruise easily. I often like bruises in strategic places on my body but on my heart, not so much. The words that both scare the fuck out of me and that I most want to hear (with the right person) are: “When can I see you again?” I feel so vulnerable…
Grace is always right there peering out from behind the furniture ready to say “peek-a-boo”! I really appreciate that about life.