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Sunday, August 14, 2011

I leave tomorrow.

I don't know what to expect, and so I have nothing to say. Perhaps when I return.

Now, more than ever before, I feel that this, here, is my home. A real home, to grow in, not stifle in. Which is why I will leave before I come back. But I love to settle; I know what I want, and it does not trap me. It beckons me. I have just washed the windows and made granola and now I have to go.

I miss Tim already.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Thank you for hearing me

Thank you for hearing me
Thank you for hearing me
Thank you for hearing me
Thank you for hearing me

Thank you for loving me
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for loving me

Thank you for seeing me
Thank you for seeing me
Thank you for seeing me
Thank you for seeing me

And for not leaving me
And for not leaving me
And for not leaving me
And for not leaving me

Thank you for staying with me
Thank you for staying with me
Thank you for staying with me
Thank you for staying with me

Thanks for not hurting me
Thanks for not hurting me
Thanks for not hurting me
Thanks for not hurting me

You are gentle with me
You are gentle with me
You are gentle with me
You are gentle with me

Thanks for silence with me
Thanks for silence with me
Thanks for silence with me
Thanks for silence with me

Thank you for holding me
And saying I could be
Thank you for saying "Baby"
Thank you for holding me

Thank you for helping me
Thank you for helping me
Thank you for helping me
Thank you, thank you for helping me

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

July glow part 2



To capture this, to write it, to make an image, when all I've been doing is living...