The Consequences of Love,

a love letter to you

Even now, today:
Sitting, writing to you, in this bed,
where you made my body,
my heart, my soul feel
wholeness again-
The greatest gift I could give &
receive-
I feel you in every breath I take.

Never have I loved more from afar
(at least in my best moments)
without an ounce of melancholia:

thank you, thank you, thank you

is my whispered prayer to you
every waking hour of
this life I have been given.
Never have I felt more awe
in how loving can change a person -
work wonders on the heart.

I mistakenly believed for a short time
that you had taken away my
opportunity to love-
to be loved, to feel love.

Now I see, as I saw at the start of us,
you have opened up my
opportunity to love
even more deeply than I could
ever imagine – strengthened,
deepened… magic-
is simply all it can be called.
Magic love, this mystical
muse I live with
not in my memory-
here in my heart.

Accepting what is and loving it
anyway- or even BECAUSE
of exactly what it is.

I could not have written a greater love story if I
tried to imagine in my wildest fantasies.

This is My Winter Song To You

This is my winter song…December never felt so wrong…’Cause you’re not where you belong…Inside my arms…

I still believe in summer days…The seasons always change…and life will find a way.

Is love alive?

I’ll be your harvester of light…and send it out tonight…so we can start again.

My voice; a beacon in the night…My words will be your light…to carry you to me.

A Morning Meditation

love is a wonderful experience, no matter what.  It’s a gift. It’s a treasure. No two ways about it. Don’t beat yourself up if its not what you thought it would be, or how you thought it would be, or if it shows up in less than ideal or convenient times or in unexpected packaging or places. Don’t worry it to death with restrictions of any sort. Love is limitless. Love is lasting. Love is free. You don’t have to get permission to give it or receive it. You don’t have to be “good enough” for loving or being loved. You don’t need to store it up like an eroding commodity. There is no inflation that can outpace the capacity of love. Just enjoy it, revel in it, be in awe of its magic, its power, it’s grace. Celebrate it in every breath that you take, every move that you make, every song that you sing in your heart. love is a wonderful thing. And this really is a wonderful life we have been given here.

my heart on my sleeve

because it’s the only way I know how to be…

Do you?

Do you pledge to push hard to get better, become smarter, grow your
devotion to the truth, fuel your commitment to beauty, refine your
emotional intelligence, hone your dreams, negotiate with your shadow,
cure your ignorance, shed your pettiness, heighten your drive to look for
the best in people, and soften your heart — even as you always accept
yourself for exactly who you are with all of your so-called imperfections?

- Rob Brezsny ; more brilliance here: http://bit.ly/twPBPJ

All I Need…

Same Kind of Man

This is My I Love You More Than I Expected To.

You see the steel grey slate palette of an ithaca winter approach and you long for the carefree breezes blowing, sunshine whispers on silky smooth skin touched in heated passion so clear it is as if nothing can keep us apart as long as we are a part of this world, this earth, this day, this hour. As long as this breath can hold a memory of you&i the bitter cold stays away, we lean cozily into the bliss as it is meant to be in each hello I know I can see you in every smile I show the world and you reflect back to me in this mirror from my own eyes. to yours. sometimes on a grey day you can see forever stretch out into the lunch hour and fill it so full there is nothing but ears and lips and arms and legs, kisses&fingertips and swirling tongues saying everything that could never be contained in a lingering conversation over coffee&tea and unspoken truth and unwritten tragedy. This is my I miss those warm grey winter days.

If I Should Have a Daughter