It soothes. Collapses protective walls of anger. Vulnerability I become. I sink into the memory of your face against mine, so close warmth is intertwined. Lips magnetized yet remain separate, fearing the loss of any last remnants of control. Regret laces each additional sip.
I recently dreamt I could scale brick walls like an American Ninja Warrior which made for a very quick path from the ground to the roof. I've also had recurring dreams in which I was able to float through the air, propelled by my butterfly kicks. Feeling inspired, today I rode my bike. Did I … Continue reading I Believe I Can Fly
It's interesting how we attach ourselves to certain things ("things" defined as a person, place or thing). Sometimes you sense it happening and sometimes it sneaks up on you. This week, my chickens looked up at me with 6 pairs of big brown eyes and asked me to take in an orphan baby mouse that … Continue reading It’s a Bird! It’s a Plane! It’s a Mouse!