November

It's November, and I have no idea what I am doing.

But life keeps going, and the world keeps turning,

the waves keep crashing, the sun keeps rising,

the days keep passing, I keep smiling,

you keep loving me. Please.

How Good?

Friends like you? So good.

Big Heart

Don't you ever underestimate a girl like me.

Open Up

star wars shirt. running shorts. it's a funny day, with the wind blowing and the sun shining like it does every november. walking down the road, i can't help but smile. it's that still silence of the trees and fields. i'm shaky from the coffee i drank an hour ago. van morrison fills my ear. i'll take your advice and say fuck it all. tomorrow i'll chat with the art institute of seattle, los angeles, new england. what will i do, i'm not quite sure to be honest. lick my lips, pull up my hair into that messy bun you used to love. sit down at my computer and i write about children, and families, and communities, and societies. it's fun. next door my neighbors smoke in the living room, and they enjoy every second of it. and they love it and i love them and they love me. in the library, love is blooming from germany to norway and i can feel them smiling from here. it's the sound of going home. i'm in love with today and with you. thank you. beautiful ideas spill out of my mind onto this keyboard and come out completely wrong, but here it is. the french don't say i love you, but rather i am in love. that's what i am today. with nothing in particular, but with everything. and everyone. i don't have a lot, but that's what i do have. guitar strings without voices. sometimes this is just what i need. nothing is okay but i know it will be, and that's okay for now.

I'll be fine, just not here.

Go, lovely rose.

zing!

You Are In Me

You are reading in the sunlight

As the warmth surrounds your shoulderblades

Look up to see me smiling

And as I open my mouth to say a word

You bring your finger to your lip

To quiet my mind

Draw me in, like agape

Miss you no more, you are with me

Inside my heart still beats

Lean into your chest and you let me rest

Exasperated breaths slow, I am calm

As you sing me your lullaby once again

And I am drifting off to sleep

Question of the blog:

Who knows you better than yourself?

The Day The Sun Was Shining

Good morning.

Eight wakes me. Existence greets me with community, and others. They clap their hands, we greet each other. I hear songs from my past, widening my heart to accept your gift. Young people, babies, love, doing their best. Thoughts jumble my mind and my stomach. Grape juice in cups that remind me of my past. My heart yearns and I open myself up. Broken cisterns. Come fill me. It's 10:30.

Jon Foreman guides me up North. I park in my favorite spot. Walk in shaking, too much coffee, or something else. It is All Saint's Day, and the occasion sends us to the Book of Common Prayer. I am home, as we say the prayers I have spoken since the day I could read. I am overwhelmed. We sing my favorite hymns.

Disregard everything, just listen.