Icy water touches my toes as I bury my heels into thick, wet sand. Ancient, soft wind paints shivers down my spine while the paprika sun rises in my eyes, opening them to the endless cycle of earth. Thoughts run back to last night and I am not...
From Mama's Fig tree - This tree was given to them in a pepsi bottle. 3 years later, it's 10 feet tall....
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At the end of the day, I love you. And everywhere in the middle: you make me laugh and cry and smile and bite my lip and drink espresso and trip over my words and make mistakes and dance and reach for my dreams and learn and linger in bed and long for more and touch your face and feel your...
I smell my childhood through the westward breeze. Strands of the same brown meandering hair whisper across my cheek. The collective masts of sailboats still block the ripples of blue from my sight as I stare with desperation and imagination as far east as unrealistically possible. Blasts of silence guide my ears to the flow...
I would like to shake Mark Nepo's hand one day, and thank him. Actually, a hug is much more appropriate for all the times he speaks the truth that shakes the part of my soul which (in that very moment) needs awakening. He writes: Wisdom tells me...
For those that like humor, if you haven't already, please read this. While I had a great laugh at this, Rosh Hashana, Yom Kippur, and down the line to Simchat Torah, all have meaning, for me, in ways that I believe go beyond the common understanding....
A thought crept up inside me today. Though it must have hatched from my brain..I felt it through my feet, dancing it's way into my thighs, and up to my stomach, tickling my esophagus, passing through my heart, and overflowing into my smile. It was...