I love you.
I love you. I do.
I love you. I do.
A friend of mine sent me an email with this lovely blessing: I hope things are going well for you, that your health is heading in the right direction, that you’re having fun and having adventures. What a glorious thing to hear! She was having a hard time sleeping, I popped into her head and…
winter arrived with a song (and a roar!) the turning wheel brought new light (and lusciousness) hearts drawn on steamed windows (with music and delight) like a dervish, i whirl! like a primrose, I open! the honeysuckle is a tangle of naked branches (summer, a distant memory)
I could not have known what love is if I had never felt this longing. Anything done to excess becomes boring except this overflow that moves toward you. ~Rumi
“He who jumps into the void owes no explanation to those who stand and watch” ~Jean-Luc Godard
I read from her chapter on “Coming Home” and about cutting away what is superfluous to make space for new beginnings.
reading her my poetry about a man with a swagger ‘neath red flame chandeliers (and comparing notes) circular narratives about life and gypsies and making sense of men (and ourselves) a text to her lover in a moment of mischief fueled with red wine (and some flirting) “I think she’s trying to get me drunk,”…