bird by bird

Love, if it is love, never goes away. It is embedded in us, like seams of gold in the Earth, waiting for light, waiting to be struck. ~Alice Walker,  Hard Times Require Furious Dancing

By: Skyler Saunders heartbreaking how we decided the only one that counts is romantic. there are so many strains aching in this cavity. so many people whose eyes I seek in a crowd, whose laughs make bubbles in my lungs. there's so much more than kissing. don't you see how this all love? don't you know there's too many of you to name?

 I rarely come here with original writing anymore. It's usually a poem I stumbled across or a quote that I overhear that causes me to log in to this 'ol thing and copy/paste. Like when a child collects rocks and saves them in a special place to protect and save them, that's what this blog is to me now. It's a place for my treasures.  This is my sister's wedding video which is filled with so many treasures. Beautiful speeches (humble brag) and great music, and one very special song and dance. I'm putting it here so I can find it easily when I want to remember a day when my dad wasn't there, but it really felt like he was.  (3:56)

 I rarely come here with original writing anymore. It's usually a poem I stumbled across or a quote that I overhear that causes me to log in to this 'ol thing and copy/paste. Like when a child collects rocks and saves them in a special place to protect and save them, that's what this blog is to me now. It's a place for my treasures.  This is my sister's wedding video which is filled with so many treasures. Beautiful speeches (humble brag) and great music, and one very special song and dance. I'm putting it here so I can find it easily when I want to remember a day when my dad wasn't there, but it really felt like he was. (3:56) https://youtu.be/3lGZHxo7vpQ

When do you know When to go? When he cares for you, And cooks for you, And brings you cups of coffee in bed On Saturday mornings when you're slow to wake up. When do you know When to go? When he takes you on trips around the world, And shares his best bottles of wine with you, Knowing that your palate is unrefined,  But still wanting to know what your tongue tastes. When do you know When to go? When he wraps his arms around you at night And lets you warm your cold feet against his.  When he interlocks his fingers with yours when you walk, And rests his hand on your leg when he drives. When do you know? When there is No infidelity, No abuse, No loss of love, Not even a little. But a little bird flies by, And whispers that sometimes The best wine and the kindest touches And even real love itself,  Isn't enough. Is that when you go? Is that when you know?

By Morgan Harper Nichols Even here, you are growing. When August is approaching and you feel a little restless thinking about how this month might end and how this year might end and how you are supposed to start again, you are growing, you are growing, in grace courage strength. And it is okay if it does not feel like it. It is okay if there are moments where you cannot see the way you have grown, because far beneath the surface the seeds have still been sown. The ground beneath your feet is still a bed for new beginnings. So much is changing around you but you are changing, too. You are so much more than the brokenness that you were certain would define you. It has not been easy for you. You have worked so hard to be the positive one. You have given your best in areas of your life where the effort was not returned. And this has made it so hard for you to keep going, and there have been days where you were not sure if it was even possible. But after everything, here you are, just a li