Love

  • The Soft Things

    The quiet is here and so am I. I will life to slow down, I ache for it; I am not made for speed. I am made for the whisper of the trees, for the silver trail of snails on… Continue reading

  • Love and Pizza

    I firmly assure you. Love is all there is. Stop mucking around and get on with it, world. The pizza tastes better, there. Continue reading

  • Empty

    I open my heart and close my eyes. And I am just me. Just me in this silent night. Let me be empty. Continue reading

  • Fully Human

    I’ve seen that image, again. She sits alone (you could not get any more alone) at her husband’s funeral and we all just sit here and shake our heads, because what else is there to do? I’m speaking of the… Continue reading

  • The Stories We Tell

    The stories we tell ourselves about what life is, does, means, will make our hearts or break our hearts. The choice, I suppose, is ours. Make, break or both, sometimes. If only the answer were simple. Then again… what is… Continue reading

  • Unity

    Unity is the magic pill. But unity does not look like shaming the broken. Hear it. It is this, my truth, I speak. Continue reading

  • I Have Loved

    I only have to give this love that I have. I only have to give it, and cherish the way it feels to know I have loved. Continue reading

  • This War

    I do not want this war. This softness, I am. I do not want this war. And yet, it flows where peace seeks to be. And yet, aggression is somehow, the twisted arm of this peaceful river. Must we simply… Continue reading

  • Love Kept Her

    And with a smile, she held life gone by. And love kept her. Love kept her, home. Home, at last. Continue reading

  • All My Softness

    I am home when the beautiful song of my heart is at peace. There is nothing loud, here, nothing beyond the birds and the rippling pools of shadow on brick. I am just me, in all of my softness. Me,… Continue reading