lucky girl...

“It took me four years to paint like Raphael, 

but a lifetime to paint like a child” -Pablo Picasso

Tip of balance...

Finding that place. Where balance is made. Set and is. And she knows what is his. But he asks, why? And then she cries. Her friend calls her to know. She smiles and glows. The day wonders on. 

There is nowhere that's gone.

Won't you put your faith in me
We both know that's what matters
If you give me a chance I'll try

Who shall go to the ball?...

 

Backless...

Sorrow is nothing but worn out joy...

This film is subtle.
And lingers along something we all feel.

Sweet Simplicity...

There is nothing to fight. On either side we find light. But I move, no longer standing in between. My dreams float into the world. Landing along the paved road, I can see ahead.

Living the simple life. Taking time to breathe in sweet treats. Standing next to the kitchen sink, looking out, smiling toward you. This is joy. This is all I need.

In high school I remember driving Saturday afternoons from ballet class to the planetarium to watch a show about the stars. I did this four Saturdays in a row and then I stopped. I can still feel my foot resting on the car ledge and hear the relaxing beats of my old emo music. The breeze loosened my bun and dried my sweat. I can feel myself fade into that moment. This drive is one of my happiest memories.

Out on a limb...

Evel Knievel...

Giving Thanks...

Today I was reminded of my blessings. I have so much, material or not. Silly games we play. Watching this reminded me of the beauty- in everything and everywhere. Jokes and happy wrinkles always exist. Even among pain. Right now, I have an incredible love for this world. And faith in our humanity. Today, I choose the playful side of life. Today, I feel happy. Today, I want to help. Today, I feel alive. Thank you. Thank you.

I have changed. And there is no real reason why.
A moment of spurts.
Tears and runs.
Stares into sun,
Hugging trees believing their limbs reach to me-

And then I pulse arms out stretched
Pounding my legs against cement.
Finding the forest and continuing to walk
Close your eyes and feel your inner turns
"This is me"

Why expect something so small-
So plain
So planned


Life is long, and suddenly stopped
Among no time
What does my heart sing?
To love and make and give
Create


The journey wraps and folds
And cuts-

The dues we pay, to pave the way
Reminders of great interworkings
We don't have to see


But we touch
And heal as we feel


We all run in circles, 
We all find-
Even when there is nothing left


Thank you
Mr. Light
I can't wait to hold you tight.

The loneliness that nobody notices now...

And so I told myself,

For if we cannot be together we will be apart.
But if we cannot be apart we will be together. 

And so I convinced myself. To leave.
To run.
To feel the sun.
And sit inside.
Because I can't hide.

Hoping you will know.
It was only then that I could stand the twirls and tears. 
When the pond sang to me, this is a painting that will fade away.
The colors bleed and mesh.


Because I do, I do, I want to, I do.

I love you without knowing how,
or when,
or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride.

And this will never change.
But not love. In love. 
I pray. 
Head down palms to chest. 
Dear heaven help me rest.

What is this thing
This love
That keeps me glued to the stars on the ceiling
Wondering
If she's looking back.

Begging slow.
I wanted to stay.
I wanted to play.


I won't tell you what to be.
It used to be you and me.
But I promise my love will always be free.

Smile next to me.

Passing through movement...

Childhood games, looking out in our backyard...

I sit among books but forget my heart. Mind quiet so the stars from my insides can tingle. I am listening to you.

I will fall back into sky.

Remember the music of my voice. Remember the melody of day.

Hearts cannot control who they love, or why.

Random choices form our destiny. Sing with me. I love you.

The bird's out of the cage...

Thinking Big Picture

At the water's edge...

Tin clan clacks like a tambourine

I hear the sounds in every footstep

The click of her boots
The sway of her dress 
and the swoosh of her hair


The breath of the breeze kisses the trees
They rustle from the tickle

Step by step down the 

Staircase

     That never ends

And the songs that keep playing-

Icicles melt

Slow and steady drips

Pat her eardrums lightly

Where do sounds come from? 
She can never find their direction-

Behind or side to side

Circles of listening
Round and round

Tulip open your petals and let me smell you.

Move wide into daylight curiosity

And let the darkness of the night bring you back to shelter

     Hide inside

Let's sit and listen.

To our steps moving through time.

I am following the steam.

Along the water's edge the flowers grow-

Nature takes her time

Glow...

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