for a moment
“I’m liking this a lot,” she said.
“Me too,” he replied.
(she smiled)
for a moment, everything was right in the world
“I’m liking this a lot,” she said.
“Me too,” he replied.
(she smiled)
for a moment, everything was right in the world
unlearning in an unclassroom One of many boxes created to contain the uncontainable. (the vastness of the universe defiantly sneers at these structures) Brave, beautiful souls baring of self in our chromatic splendor. (we are brighter than these glaring lights that cast false shadows on flat surfaces) Space within space within space.
I remember attending a celebration in honor of Martin Luther King, Jr. when my oldest child was a young girl. The experience of having such overwhelming love and compassion for the world was still new to me back then and I spent many moments feeling such a deep connection to the world, I felt as…
A voice keeps whispering, “Let the miracle happen.” So I am. And it is. I’m starting to believe in myself again. And the hurt has transformed into acceptance and wisdom. I see the road ahead of me again. And I see the blank canvas as exciting instead of overwhelming. The voices that have told me…
This morning on the bus, I was running my hands through my daughter’s golden tresses and started giving her a scalp massage. As she relaxed, I said, “Mmmm…this is luxury. This is luxurious like– delicious dark chocolate, puppy breath, a spring rain, velvet on my skin, the sun kissing my shoulders at the beach, red…
Butterflies were released from the dark places. Her heart, relieved and stronger, flung itself wider. (and she rejoiced)
playing in the sunshine and trickery with Loki a red herring–killed with my own knife– makes for a nice dinner amidst the curling, fragrant honeysuckle