Finally, I'm taking my body out to play instead of relegating it to a dark corner, as if I were ashamed. I'm letting it move, I'm seeing what it can do. I'm treating my body like someone I love, amazed at what I receive in return.I'm the one to tell myself: I Choose You.

On dull afternoons, when the sun burns a hole in the thick gray clouds and lights the edges ablaze, I am ignited too. Let me live such a golden life that cannot be captured in any other way than to say that you had to be there and see it for yourself.Nothing compares to presence.

I let no hour or day weigh any more than any other hour or day. Each has the potential for a momentous beginning. I have learned to rest and to pause for breath. I am ready for time to roll from one moment to the next, come what may.

At least I have some solace to know we're still under the same cloudy night sky, each searching for the moon. And if we find and capture a piece of that celestial body in blurry photos, we'll have that to share with each other,when our own bodies are yet so cold and distant.

Those thin threads of thoughtI laid to lead me back through the labyrinth I lost myself inare buried beneath the bleach-white blanketof the season's first snow.My mind is blotted clean.Upon waking, I've forgotten the dream.I must accept I don't know the way,and I have no sense of placeexcept to call this the beginning again.

The darker and more silent the night, the more I want to open the windows wide and stand in the cold breeze with a blanket tight across my shoulders, my only sense of security. As I get older, there’s no end of things to surprise me on autumn nights, and maybe that’s just what I... Continue Reading →

In the half light of an autumn evening,the landscape glows golden like honey. I'll take a step back from the real world, slow the spin of timefor as long as I can hold it,and live a life of quiet twilightssecluded here in peace with you.

Evening comes earlier than it used to as the darkness creeps in like the shadows are weeping and their tears seep in. Even on my brightest days, hope closes like a curtain. My heart wavers and I'm not so certain that all this waiting will be worth it. I still turn to you out of... Continue Reading →

I will knit you all the sweaters and scarves my fingers can muster. I will use all the strands of time and weave all the wisps of wishes that I can pluck from midair. I will make you more than you could possibly ever want to wear. And a bit of my heart will break... Continue Reading →