Gently now, dear one. Gently. Don’t you think we were always on our way here, here, to this place where grit and grace collide in equal space and time? We still have time, we have so much time. Don’t you think we were calling each other home somehow? A different home, but found through this… Continue reading this collision
can we just be? just be. here. nothing more. take everything else away. just you and me and here and now. there always seems to be more. more to do, more to say, more to think, more to be. no more. i can't take more. i can't be more. i can't do more. i have… Continue reading no more.
will you be here with me? let's not talk. we don't even need to look at one another. as little as a gentle brush of my hand could be too extreme, igniting the currents that flow to my tender soul (for today it is raw and exposed). i just need you to be here with… Continue reading be here with me