Music, again, thank you

that's all i wanted, something special, something sacred

we sat across the table from each other, i am crying, i hold her hand, understand me

this is your captain speaking

 we are in a holding pattern; we will be hovering over the landing strip of love until we receive clearance from the control tower. enjoy your flight.

i dreamed i saved a young girl from drowning, in a calm sea

January 9, 2013

The stars aligned and it's like being pelted with light. It hurts. 

India Arie's album Acoustic Soul is one of my soundtracks for last year. Check out the song Beautiful, and the song Ready for Love. 

without this modesty and this interest there is no guarantee that he has the necessary receptivity, which should express itself in respectful acceptance of the other.
this is why the teacher must wait to be sought out instead of offering himself.
-the iching 8/10/2012
i always read from both perspectives lately, per George & Martha 'the book'
otherwise, one might get stuck in one view and completely miss the other view. which is very limited.
to be open is to assume nothing.

TRAVELS OUTSIDE

we traveled, on invitation, to another paradise
warmth, ease, community
new friends, old.
deciding, siding with returning when it is more pleasant...
long and short distances traveled, transversed;
cross town traffic;
high cliffs, open water, like a womb
we rebirth ourselves every day, strength of heart, risking enough to love and to feel, to be defeated, or celebrated

i lost my phone.
it was a sign.
i lost faith again, it came back.
i lost my mothers.  let go AGAIN. 
i cried for letting go.  
i never lost my smile.