I'm so nostalgic for you that if I close my eyes and breathe deep enough I can inhale that dust from the attic in the first home we shared together.

I believe in simplicity. I believe in feelings and family, friendship and fidelity, forgiveness and fortitude. I believe in motherhood and make believe. I believe in concocting and consuming colorful cocktails and fussing over and feasting on fabulous food. I believe in living out loud. I believe in laughing until your face hurts and loving until your heart breaks. I believe in behaving boldly and when warranted, badly, taking bubble baths and being barefoot. I believe in poetry, puppies and playing in the park. I believe in scheduled working on weekdays and sleeping in on Sundays. I believe in dancing in the rain and digging in the dirt. I believe in honest expression and the golden rule. I believe in nature and naps and that naïveté is sometimes necessary. I believe in goodness and gratitude and grace. I believe in unity and the power of the universe. I believe in being authentically awesome. I believe in being better today than yesterday but not as good as tomorrow. I believe in challenges and change and growing pains. I believe in the inherent worth of every creature on this planet. I believe in honoring the individual journeys and paths of people whether I understand them or not. I believe in letting people live their truth and trusting that it’s right for them. I believe in lifting up and letting go. I believe that death is just as sacred an experience as birth and that it is never, ever an end.

Mostly, I just believe that I’m never going to stop learning what it is I believe.

18th Jun 2011 | Nº 1

I’m so nostalgic for you that if I close my eyes and breathe deep enough I can inhale that dust from the attic in the first home we shared together.

And if I keep ‘em closed really tight I can see that hideous green and purple floral patterned couch you so proudly carted home to me on a Tuesday in May that we promptly recovered and “christened”.

I don’t know why you’re on my mind and heart but every time this happens something HAS happened and I find that I worry so.

I don’t miss you because I don’t know how to miss a man I don’t know (and I know if the days have changed you even 1/10th as much as they’ve changed me then you’re but a stranger to me) but I send up a prayer to the powers that be that you’re OK.

Healthy.

Happy.

Sober.

Fed well.

Loved much.

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18th Jun 2011 | Nº 1

I’m so nostalgic for you that if I close my eyes and breathe deep enough I can inhale that dust from the attic in the first home we shared together.

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