May 4th, 2013

senses… (May 2013)

I see you in places.
Walking down the street in store windows.
Pieces of you in strangers that walk by,
but none that equal the sum of the parts that is you.

I hear you in places.
In music that is real and imagined.
In the voices that walk past, in dulcet tones and giggling that slowly have invaded the sound track of my life.

I feel you in places.
In the most unexpected and predictable places of all.
But especially in the comfort of a soft sheet and a favorite t-shirt.
Most anything that recalls the softness of you.

I love you in places.
Whether you are close or far away.
On the days when I am sure of you, and even more when I am not.
But always in the places I want to go with you, and also the places we’ve been.

By the Sea…

April 12th, 2013

By the sea the tide goes out.
With it goes the weight I own, and as the waves crash back on the shore they carry easier breath.

By the sea the music is sweeter.
Birds keep time as the wind carries with it salt and earth and charm and freedom.

By the sea I’ve made new friends.
Fishermen, jokers, givers and takers. All of them providing exactly what I need, whether I know it or not.

By the sea I am nourished.
Water and Sunlight. Quiet and sound. Food and drink. Friends and strangers. Love and Peace. Each of these feed my soul.

By the sea the tide comes in and I am living simple.
Day by day. Step by Step. Running even, in directions I may once have been afraid to go.

By the sea I fly.

Unexpected Visitors…

April 4th, 2013

Fresh air blew into town today.
Scented with salt, freedom, goodness, opportunity, strength, and a healthy vulnerability.
breathing has never been easier.

Fresh perspective passed through, opting to stay a while.
It brought gifts.
A new way of looking at things.
A willingness to accept the idea that the simplest path may not ALWAYS hold the greatest reward.

A fresh heart moved in today.
Permanently relocated into my chest.
Surprised by the fresh feelings that were hiding behind the air and the perspective.
But tentative none the less, feeling its way through unfamiliar territory.

Fresh timing made an appearance today, but I missed it.
I’d be shaken to the core if it ever happened any other way.
Ever present is the ongoing desire to be perfectly punctual rather than just in time to be too late.
This time the consequence seems greater.

Fresh words left me today.
I opened my mouth and out they went.
Saying what the heart and the perspective and the emotion want to tell…
And finally disregarding the temptation to stay quiet and miss the point entirely.

Fresh thinking has been hanging around.
Seemingly with no intention to leave anytime soon.
I am always glad for its re-appearance, repeatedly guiding me down the right path.

I relish these.

Without fresh air…
Without a fresh perspective…
Without a fresh Heart…
Without fresh timing…
Without fresh words…
Without fresh thinking…

Never would I know what content is.

the makings of a song…. (random blatherings)

October 6th, 2006

I have been toiling… reading, writing, observing.  And I sing.

He’s somewhat of an idealist, he knows.  He knows that one day the charming, slightly above average looking and exceptionally imaginative subject of the story, you know, the charming, chubby, funny guy-next-door with that amazing smile and big eyes will meet his perfect match. A woman who is kind and patient, with a sharp wit and an equally big heart.  Maybe she will think him cute, perhaps also be intrigued by intellect, but there will be at least something about him that makes her curious to find out more. And as time passes, as they get to know each other better, she may yet gain a glimpse of hidden passions under the surface… A beautiful mind, a charming personality, a restless, fragile heart, a beautiful voice.

He will sing.  She will listen.  He will joke.  She will laugh.  They will somehow make each other feel as though they’ve finally arrived.  She will be warmth and shelter, the source of compassionate support and unconditional love with a glowing desire for his presence, and he for hers. They will make each other feel safe and wanted, accepted and cared for despite their respective flaws. And when it gets rough they’ll clutch tighter.

He will sing, awakened every day anew.  They will dance, hold, kiss, curl, trip, get up.  With any luck beautiful babies follow, and the next chapter will unfold…  He will sing, to her and to them.

I conjure it.