The dappled sunlight dancing on the floor. 

When my love visited me last weekend, he would spontaneously offer me little presents like a sprig of lavendar or a little bouquet of maple leaves. My heart would open and joy and delight would flood in (and he would be showered with kisses and gratitude). Today, I asked for guidance from Spirit using my…

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)

I am (s)he that aches with amorous love; Does the earth gravitate? does not all matter, aching attract all matter? So the body of me to all I meet or know. -Walt Whitman

“You must not know too much or be too precise or scientific about birds and trees and flowers and watercraft; a certain free-margin, and even vagueness – ignorance, credulity – helps your enjoyment of these things.” – Walt Whitman The same is true of love, sexuality, sensuality, men and women. Sometimes we just have to…