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... )

I made a wish on the moon for more of the Yes. For more of the silences. For more knowing that This is water. And I gave gratitude for all that is, knowing, and existence ( Read more... )

 New moon stars. The darkness. My feet know the density of the path they travel and travel and travel in the day. Compacted earth takes me where I'm going. Softness beneath my soles means I've overshot wandered. The breeze breathes cool/warm on my cheek and I breathe it in, chest expanding. Silhouettes of corn and trees against marginally less ( Read more... )