you don't know what you mean to me.

are you kidding. i want to shrink her and put her in my pocket.

speak to the ocean and receive silence.

years ago, birds of a feather would arrive nightly.

repeat song today. again.

something tells me i'm in to something good.

today is all about stopping and feeling and noticing. and being reminded to slow down. and being thankful for everything you see around you when you just take a second to look.

four years ago i was lost.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),

It’s always our self we find in the sea.

— ee cummings

when our kite lines first crossed.

"people think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. but a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything you are holding back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.... a soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions and break your heart open so new light can get in..."

the years have been short but the days were long.

brooke and luna were here this weekend. i saw them for too short of a time.

bony hands as cold as a winter pole.

a thousand summers passed.

"Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of, I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn’t the world, it wasn’t the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don’t know, but it’s painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it."