She is unfinished.
I do not know all she needs.
(I am listening.)
May your voice be heard in its fullness, dear reader.
within the burgeoning spring the wind blows fiercely living things are wrenched apart
One thing I know for sure is I am all done courting longing. What is mine is coming to me. What is not has fallen away. I bless this.
today at the lake winter is nigh, the trees bare the sun a cold gift
querida quanta dragon cloud blowing past a harvest moon querida quanta scent lingering on my fingertips after an afternoon dalliance (or two) querida quanta pixelated silhouette of a lover bringing memories of organic encounters querida quanta pashima warming autumn breeze rippling the edges of wondrous memories querida quanta ripples of Love bursting my heart wide…
life brings little moments of everyday astonishment like smelling the sea air infused in morning moisture or feeling the tenderness of a heart miles away (just knowing) memories of tireswinging summers with loud thunderCLAPS mud pies and the love of mother of dust on my tongue watching my dad shoot a rattlesnake (integration) seeing, feeling,…
I saw Tom Shadyac’s film I AM last night. As the director of films like “Ace Ventura” and “Bruce Almighty”, he’s a man who had “the dream”–the houses, the cars, the private jet and, after an accident, realized that those things are not really what make a person happy. He set out on a quest…