What can it mean to love the lifethat is my own? It is to love the longings,the loss,the fears,that always find their way aboard. Or

To slow down,to halt,to cease,to Sabbath. I talk of you as a dream,only to encounter your nightmare.In you I find all I have been running

The sweet taste of sunlight.Cold creek on the shins.Colored-tailed soaring in the heavens. Who knew these were the medicine my soul needed,breath into my ever

As darkness changesand the moon finds her grace-filled cycle, I wonder what will remain. We turn the page.Write the next chapter.Move this. Clean that.Say hello