Tag: dreams

And I love you

Evening sets in

the day is almost over

the troubles of the day have fallen away

The silence echos in our night

and I love you

The stars and constellations speak to you

and you,

speak to me

The masks we wear, the people we have to be throughout the day

fall away

And we are left vulnerable and present

and I love you

We speak a language, foreign to others

A smile, a nod, a glance and we know

It’s always new, no matter how comfortable we become

The first person I want to share with

good things and bad

tears and laughter

my hopes and fears

Its you…

When it all falls away,

I love you

 

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Sunday evening…..

A long drive home, plenty of time to get lost in thought. Cooking for a few days ahead, laundry, the Bird, the Win and the Tunes. The air filters on and off as the scent of the night linger. The neighbors grilling and their children playing, the family on the other side play catch with their dogs. These are the sounds of my night.

A long drive home, the to do list, the chuck it list and the sweet thoughts about the weekend. You took me to the ballet and I fell in love. So beautiful and heartbreaking. Yes, please, again and a again. In our good clothes we end up in a neighborhood bar, watching the game, enjoying our own company and singing now and then. Everyone falls away and its only you and I.

The contrast of our life….sleep ins, but what about those 6 am mornings? Its been a while, but they are so good. Soft rains and sitting outside, I am sure it was around 3 am. And I am sure I wouldn’t want to be your neighbors. This is what middle of life looks like. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Routine and not so much…sgood (yes, sgood).

So Sunday night. Highs and lows. Feeling my feelings, which I am convinced no one could completely, ever understand. The intuition that kicks in, the words people speak that hurt and the actions they show which do the same. I am observant, a lot more than people give me credit for.

The pineapple mango candle that fills the living room was a gift from a strong woman I admire that I don’t see any more, but think of more than she knows. Permanently stiched in the threads of my heart.

And Theresa, my Idaho Theresa, I hold her heart in my hands, always.

Life is short and should be well lived. I don’t hold fast to the past or the people who damaged pages of my story. I don’t “what if”, because quite honestly there isn’t anything worth “what if’ing”. I love my life in the now.

Instead I have been reminded recently of how short life is. How temporary and fleeting. I think of the quote that carries the words “finite and fragile”, life and love relate to those words for me. We should love while we can. We are not promised….anything. There isn’t a too fast or too slow, we do what is right for us. This is more than the half way point, the rest will be the best. If you can’t feel that, can you feel?

So these are just a few pieces of my extravagant life I choose to share. The human, the moments, breathing, sitting in gratitude for what I have and where I have been. For wisdom. For life.

For all of it.

This is my Sunday evening…..

 

Peace for your Sunday evening….and every day ❤

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And then you found me…

On a humid summer day

We showed up

We threw the boundaries out the window

and had lunch

She’s 20

and I broke the coffee rule

We walked and talked

And it felt comfortable and right

Do you want to see me again?

I do

and I still do, again and again

And lunch

and lunch

and another

And dinner…

And many more of each

Mornings, evenings and nights

Our bubble

Planting the garden

and weeding it

Smiling with our hearts

and eyes

The pot of gold

and your boys

When you are so happy you cry

And when so good,

feels so right

You

and I

and You and I

and now

We

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And it all makes perfect sense…..

Not Really There

(originally written September 2014)

There you are at the opposite end of the couch, your head tilted slightly

Your hands are strong as they hold the book you are entranced with

Your legs stretched out and propped up on the coffee table

I watch the rise and fall of your chest with every breath you take

You are wearing your favorite pajama bottoms and a cotton t-shirt that hugs you perfectly

The cool fall air has arrived

Falling leaves, a light wind is blowing

We are tucked safely into our world for the evening like bears

Warm and at ease

Loved and loving

Content with every part that is us

All of our wants and needs being met with the presence of the other

The lights dim

The smell of our life lingers in the air…..the burning candles, the faint reminder of the dinner that we shared only a few short hours before , lingering scents of my perfume and your cologne

We create this space…..our space

And as I write about us..I look again and you are not there, or here

Its me, with thoughts of how it could be

What I desire….

And in the end, I am not even really sure who you are…..

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What do you speak into the Universe?

So last November, sitting at a light on Desert Inn and Cimarron I spoke the words “I am ready for change, whatever you give me I am ready for”. By February of this year I wasn’t ready but my words came to light. I believe more than ever that what we speak into the Universe will manifest in our lives. I have been more careful lately and so much more specific. So things changed drastically and quickly. It took some time to adjust to this new life that I asked for. And I wonder why I wasn’t more specific now…. and I know it’s because I wasn’t supposed to be…Every thing is falling into place. Better roads have been placing themselves before me. I observe and pay attention now. What is meant to be is coming together.

Fast forward to last Friday morning, it’s after 1 am and I driving home (damn Desert Inn), I did it again. I was more specific this time. Details….I spoke the fine details of what desire into life. I believe there is a higher power that listens when we speak, regardless of our belief system there are greater forces preparing for what is to come next for us.

And then everything changed yesterday…a simple, subtle change. Checking myself at 5:27 pm “remember what you asked for?”. I do. So now it’s placed before me and it will change a lot, if I allow it. I asked for it, I was specific. It has been constant in my thoughts since then. I take a breath and exhale…..these words come to mind

Permanence in a temporary world

I am not sure where this is really meant to go…I just know I come here to think and heal. Tonight its to contemplate what is placed before me. To feel my way through this, to explore my emotions. I have never been this specific…its time, I know, for a change. Its time to take care of me. To stop coming in last with certain people in my life.

What do you speak into the Universe? Are you specific?

I think I am being shown that what I want is possible, its my choice. It’s up to me. The Universe is conspiring to help me achieve it.

Peace for your Sunday evening ❤

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And the reality of it is….

Life is ever-changing. Sometimes it is slow and steady, and sometimes it shakes the foundation of everything you know. Change…is constant and consistent even if we are unaware. Every. Single. Day.

I have learned a lot in life and not always in an easy manner. I have learned about forgiveness. Perhaps one of my greatest lessons is forgiveness. I have learned that when you pick someone up in their darkest hours it doesn’t mean that they will be there when you are merely treading water. Also that when you listen without judgement it wont necessarily be returned when you need it….not from where you thought it would.

Change…colors of leaves…thats what I think of first. Life is changing daily. New choices and decisions. New direction and roads.

The black pants and the white blouse? Hair up or down? Do people judge you because of your tattoos? Weird, random thoughts. Sometimes things just don’t make sense, and sometimes I know they aren’t supposed to.

A new day and a new page. Do you change the paper? Do you change the ink? Solid or lined? You just change.

And the reality of it is ….you go with the flow and learn to begin again. You learn to stop treading and start swimming again. To remember who you are and realize that you are a valuable human being.

And the reality is…you learn to forgive yourself for being hard on you.

Peace for your Saturday night and always.

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A Sunday kind of vibe…..

Sundays for some are for making breakfast for their families or lovers sleeping late after midnight secrets and deep conversation.

Sundays for me are about reflection…where I am going and what I am doing. They are for cups of coffee, left over laundry and the stillness of my home. They are for gym classes with new friends and emptying my thoughts. An hour of challenge, both mental and physical. Mentally to stay centered and physically to see what my body can endure. Sundays are for words and writing….redirecting my thoughts. They are for dry cereal in a bowl and a nap across my bed.

Sundays are for dreamers….who dream of sleeping late because of deep conversation or making breakfast for those they love. Dreamers who dream alone. Those who imagine what life could be like otherwise….thats what Sundays are for.

 

Happy Sunday in your life

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One day

One day someone will remind you of all the wonderful things you are

The way your laugh makes them smile…

They will see you, really see you, and not need to see everyone else around you

They will remind you that you are the only one and wont plant seeds of  doubt that there are others

Your happiness will be important to them

One day you will wake up and not have to wonder if you are really wanted where you are or if you are convenient

They will see the way they light up your eyes with their smile and want nothing less for you

And one day someone will look at you and in that moment you will know you are enough without question

They will promise you for forever and deliver it

When they speak of love you will know your are loved

One day….they will be more than enough and so will you

You will stop questioning and doubting…them and your self

You will know you are loved unconditionally, the way you love will be returned

one day

And one day you wont wake up alone…

 

 

 

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You

I want the taste

touch

and feel of you

I want to know what it feels like to lay next to you, spent

And to wake up to your warmth in the morning

I want to know your dreams and what drives you

I want to know your scars

trace them and kiss them tenderly

I promise you, there is nothing you can tell me that would drive me away

I dont know what draws me to you

But its unshakable

Breath taking

A common thread?

Do I see a partner to run with?

A soul with whom I resonate

Low lights and candles

Quiet whispers

tender, passionate kisses

Press up against me…you said it

I ache for you

I ache to know you

How is that possible?? I have never laid eyes on you and I am terrified of the day I do, afraid that I will need to kiss you, to touch your hands, to know your energy. I think about kissing you….your hands, your shoulders…legs…chest. Maybe it is you who can’t handle my secrets.

For now…I wait for you….and want you

 

**Sometimes we write and find it later without memory or recognition. This is one of those pieces…I brushed off the dust and this is whats left. We write about what we want…who…and things we have never had. Desire, dreams and shreds of what we think normal is…what is your normal? Do you settle?

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