and so it goes
my heart, like a sea anemone closes up when it is touched (even softly) it soon reopens ready to be touched again and so it goes
softening
There are people that soften me– with music with a gentle heart with deep listening with sharing their vulnerability I cherish these people. (You know who you are.)
grace | healing | love | photography | self-excavation | truth
unpacking
It has always been so hard for me to believe that I’m truly wanted anywhere. So hard for me be believe people actually loved me. I’ve always left a bag packed inside my heart. Never allowed myself to settle in. Never believed it would last. (indeed, it never did) Today, I’m going to unpack. Today,…
grace | healing | love | photography | poetry | self-excavation | the delicious now
no defenses
life has rubbed away every last bit of callous around my heart i am here, defenseless and empty surrendering full up with tears of sorrow and joy forgiving and forgiven opening my heart to the unknown sky
morning haiku in a new home
fierce wind dances with wetness warm coffee on tongue, a jet pushes through the sky
kismet [or the lusciousness of timeless momentary lingering]
a wound begging to be touched
and healed