Talking with Travis in the heat of the sauna, openly about hopes and dreams and inability to commit to anything; ears deep in the March temperature pond for half a second; feeling the rain on so many stretches of skin who had never felt that before. It burned washed relaxed the crud off from around my heart and felt open-available-aware in a way ( Read more... )

Friday/Saturday/Sunday: Dance Flurry ( Read more... )

I am a dancer. I feel music with my body more than I hear it with my ears. I float on the waves of it and am conscious of the balance between me and my partner. I could just keep dancing forever.

Something on the internet this evening gave me a flash of summer memory. The temperatures pleasantly in the 80s, the dappled sunlight through the backyard trees, sitting swaying in the hammock. I breathed it for a split second. This is what memory does. This is what is and is not the point of living. Living the moment means I have this memory to ( Read more... )

and I miss that fuzzy rat on acid. Visiting Liz and Craig isn't the same without Thea there. Her curly fur that could be mohawked up on her back. Her insistence that you play the tennis ball game that SHE wanted to play, not the one you wanted to play. The jingle of her collar tags as she bounced onto the couch to look out the window and bark at ( Read more... )

 Mike is one of my oldest friends, and one of the most reliable. From the time I first met him, he's wanted to be married and to have a family of his own, and he's gone about building that dream bit by bit and piece by piece. The traditional road may not have suited him, and he has still arrived on this day with an amazing son of his own who is the ( Read more... )

 This is the story of how my hair got to be so long. It's also a story about how deeply people affect our lives ( Read more... )

And yet, there is this box of things that I cannot get rid of. Found it when I was moving. Not found. I knew it was there. I knew some of the things inside: from Jake's first christmas, from the days I had a tape player, from... before. That which I couldn't quite let go. And photographs. A separate box for those. (From before digital, even). ( Read more... )

 2009 felt like a year of immense change, and while 2010 had more external changes happen in it for me, it was like they weren't my doing because of course that's what follows the first (e)motion. In a bathtub, pulling the plug is such a small movement, and yet it's no surprise that all the water drains out following that one exertion of will. And ( Read more... )

Back when I first moved to the city, I made and wrote out this post card. I didn't know who to send it to, and it got put in the box or the drawer. Today I got it in the mail from Erin, who had found it, and added a heart to the front with the inscription, "Still beats for you". It's like a letter from the past, with a reminder of where I am and ( Read more... )