come back to it, dear.

the warm intention you set

and then lost track of.

amble there with love.

reminded why you began.

believing in life.

Love is in the waiting.
Joy is in the surprise.

In gratitude, you’ll find hope.

Yesterday I saw you hear me.
Your eyes were big, brown.
Taking in what I was sending out.

It feels like my heart finally split.
Cracked for a while,
But with a full view and forgiveness, the levy let go into something more soft.

With more space to see and love. More room to receive and take in.

Open, but still cautious of when to weave up.

I miss the water.
The same way I miss being a young girl.
The same way I miss leaning into my friend.
The same way I miss that time that was hard, but it really wasn’t.
I miss it the same way I long for my tiny hairs to stand up from the energy of the warmth and balminess of our skin touching.
I miss the buoyancy, I miss the sun.
I miss being carried away, light as a feather, across the depth, weight, and mystery.

And at the pace of a bear or a butterfly, I will not sit and wait, but rather, I will seek and find the things that are facing me.

They face the sun.

The mammoth flowers that grow taller than me. With dark, round faces and bright pedaled hair. Their stems are long, strong, and life giving.

The hills were plowed and seeds were planted. We gazed in awe and wonder as to what miracle God was unfolding.

The sun-loving dancers gradually rose - radiant and captivating. They bounce to and fro’, stable and confident in their stem they grow.

In resolve for a life that was lost, they gleam.

Their bumbling wind-blown rhythms exude hope

And celebrate grace rising from dark things.

Awake with joy
Plants dance
Not competing or comparing
Confident in uniqueness

Let’s be honest like the springtime.

Divinely placed
Trusting
Roots growing deep, twined together
Sharing light, showing glory

Let’s be honest like the springtime.

Candid
Flaws transparent
Epiphany of a gracious Creator.

Let’s be honest like the springtime

swamp fox daydream

giving up the woodlands
taking in the marshy coast

bringing the kayaks, pottery wheel, 
and man I love the most

breathing in salty air
moisture on my skin

trading in sweet rainbow trout
for fish with harder fins

twisted oaks, locks of spanish moss
fiddler crabs and palmetto bugs

screened porches and sandy ground

a wetlandish film
covering the people and town

I’m giving up the woodlands
taking in the marshy coast

see you when you get here
I’ll cook up some plantains and indigo toast 

One room. Two zipper doors. A screen roof. And nylon walls. 

Our first home will always be full of promise. 

Promise of lightning bug lullabies and soul sought adventures.

Beauty comes in the form of nature’s surprise.

Live in our own cloud.
Love the volume of your heart.
Dancing in the sky.

i imagine my heart as a ripe strawberry.
swollen with life and unrefined sugar
circling sweet goodness all the way to my fingers and toes. 

i imagine my brain as a cumulus cloud. 
fluffy and filled with precipitation. 
anxious to cycle through the nearest puddle of thought. 

my cloud brain and strawberry heart team 
up to remind me that life happens best under
the blue sky. 

the man who fishes
with a fly is patient
and kind and thoughtful.

he wades through the water
looking for a beautiful treasure.
and he waits for it.

he is keen and aware.
the sharp, cold water doesn’t cause him to stray.
he learns from it.

he commits. 
there are laugh lines around his eyes
and a warm blanket around his heart.

when he holds the fish he holds it close enough
to keep it safe and loose enough to watch it move.
the same way we should hold each other. 

the river is shallow
and the rocks are clear
the steps are easy
and you are near

the river is deep
and strong and unexpected
it could wash you away
but we will stay connected

i like to lay on rocks. 
even though they’re hard
as rocks.

the soft curves of the 
rock are formed to fit my 
body’s contours precisely.

mother nature knew i would pick this spot.
she weathered it just for me and this moment. 

gravity pushes me into the granite
and the stone massages out the knots of life.

the rock absorbs my tension
and turns it into understanding and new ideas.

tiny, mantis-colored sprouts emerging from deep, dark cracks.

the rock is wise and timeless. living through lifetimes. 
passed by many cycles of existence.

reminding us to use our feet, hearts, and minds.
time is fleeting. 
keep moving and stay kind. 

take me to the river. 
take me to the mountains. 
take me to the sea.

we can be givers.
we can think bigger.
we can be free.

i’ll take you to the canyon.
i’ll take you to the valley.
i’ll take you to the breeze.

we can be quiet.
we can be wild.
we can be honeybees.

take me to the mystery.

Out of reach: Longing
Ensues an art: Letting go
And deep contenting

Symbiotic, one
Different creatures, together
Both, And... united