and I don’t regret the mistakes love I’ve made … Eidyia’s Note: A very Happy End of 2013 and beginning of a New Year to my fellow readers, writers, lovers (and leavers) at body, remember. Here’s what I have come to understand this year. It takes as long as it takes. But you get there. Eventually. Embrace those mis-takesContinue reading “Revelation”
I can’t say when I am first aware of her. When she stands out from the crush of people I navigate every morning on the way to work. Perhaps it is when I return to a five-day week, when I heal enough to attempt a routine. Once you notice someone, you can’t remember when youContinue reading “Aware”
You don’t. The accumulation, the little gatherings. You open your arms wider to them. You hold one more, and close. You don’t. Fingers and slipping. Everything that falls through – you never knew how. Always scooping up the love at your feet. Until it is back again, and overflowing. You don’t let go. You let.Continue reading “The art of letting (go)”
it would just be hey… how are you? and maybe I still think of you (from time to time) something like that just hey … tapped out by fingers that know the pillow-fall of you and I (you and I) forgetting in this (b)reach just how hard we fell.
From December 2012: Start with your hands. I want you to place them here. And here. And here. So much to discover if you take it slow, and I want you to take it slow. I want to feel the restraint (yours, not mine). I want to see the pulse in your tendon, the quick in your veins.Continue reading “Start with your hands”
Beginnings I had a dream last night where I told her the truth. Out loud. Tongue against teeth, it snaked out from pressed lips, the sound escaping with the slowest release of air. As if I had been holding my breath for days. This is what happened – and there it was. Such freedom inContinue reading “This is what happened”