maybe marriage requires whole souls half souls will never ever make the journey the broken roads the storms the blue sky that often does not come and the realization that no one completes us we must know ourselves as if we are our own favorite book we must know what…

i shall walk myself home every morning i will look towards the sun and when it sets i will find the path of golden moon glow i will breath in the air and go where flowers are everywhere and if i ever dream of marrying again i will wear them…

My son texted me this Calvin and Hobbes cartoon yesterday. I thought about the dishes I haven’t used. The sheets still in their packaging. The wine still unopened in the bottle. The earrings never worn. My life on hold just waiting for an “Okay to go.” And all of this…

what if sight went away and you could not see the shimmery fog move like a ghost across the early morning green waking field what if you could hear the bird outside your window but never see her bright yellow breast as she builds herself a nest on a branch…

i listen to a bird sing and it is pouring down rain i lie in bed and listen waiting for the roof to go quiet and then i will climb out of bed and listen for earth worms and green leaves breaking ground purple petals waiting for the sun and…

i had a thought and then in a blink it was gone i wondered where did it go did it somehow go to you did you see the pink rose climbing the wall on your way home but where is home you say it is down the winding road in…

every time i think i arrive i don’t when everything feels abundantly clear it isn’t when i think i am safe i am not and love is in short demand the world is broken my heart too and i wait the struggle the sorrow the anxiety of tomorrow where will…

someday there will be a moment in that blink the losses will be far too great the land will be hollow the arctic will be water soaking wet the insects will be lost to a violent past the fireflies in the blue ridge will no longer dance the butterflies will…

how do you know if your time is yours and not on the coat tails of someone else how do you know when a place belongs to you scared ground for memories how a time a place speaks in a language you understand and its solitude becomes your very best…