Does it get any cuter than this little hand-painte…

“One regret, dear world, that I am determined not to have when I am laying on my deathbed is that I did not kiss you enough.” -Hafiz

Mixed media on plywood. The shapes were cut from a watercolor my three year-old painted.

Oh the joy The inexpressible comfort Of feeling safe with a person Having neither to measure words Nor weigh thoughts Pouring them all out just as they are, Chaff and grain together. Certain that a loving hand Will sift through, Keeping what is worth keeping, And with a breath of kindness Blow the rest away….

*sin·cere /sɪnˈsɪər/ –adjective, -cer·er, -cer·est. 1. free of deceit, hypocrisy, or falseness; earnest: a sincere apology. 2. genuine; real: a sincere effort to improve; a sincere friend. 3. pure; unmixed; unadulterated. Today, I found myself using a “sweet” voice as I was trying to get a salesman to go away from my door. I really…

breathless (your words leave me this way) crushing multi-layered longing too-good-to-be-true brilliant encapsulating all I feel in words I could never find filaments of love connecting in a measureless space between connectedness(ness) beauty enraptured I am breathless (oh yes)