…i have moved. it was quick and painful. but i am feeling much lighter. i had flying dreams for a week afterward. you should come and visit me– it’s cozy, and you are welcome.
life goes on quickly, just like yours. i wish i could take you each out for tea– or make you a pot in my new old kitchen– instead of relying on phones. c’est le vie.
the rain does a soft dance on my roof that is a most beautiful lullaby. and i wake up hearing birds sing for the first time in years. the thaw has come and spring has melted my heart into a smile. it has won me over. i am so thankful.
may this Easter remind you of hope renewed.
you are loved.
this man is teaching my class for a couple weeks… he is *brilliant*
with every word he says I feel like I can breathe deeper… reminds me of Randall Flinn and Rumi…
…makes me want to be a person… makes me want to be alive…
Come, come, whoever you are.
Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn’t matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow
a thousand times
Come, yet again, come, come.
…my photo collection needs to be updated… feel free to help me out with that
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