The Quiet Reflections of a Very Industrious Mind

I sat for a while today and read our letters. I haven't been able to do that for a while. The emotion and energy was too much for my heart and you know, because I feel sometimes foolish when I cry, I didn't want to feel shame on top of everything else.

I started at the begining and read them all. All the love, all the desire, all the dreams and then I got to the last. How strange to know there was never a good bye between us when there was always so much else. Or maybe there wasn't more and that's the point. I see you and hear your voice when I read your words to me. I can hear you laugh and sigh. I can picture you in my mind getting sleepy and even bored. Did I bore you? You never said so.
I have so many questions. Are you well and happy? Do you think of me? Do you ever wonder if you made the right choice? I wonder those things too.
Mostly I was thinking about how much I want you to have a good life. I want you to be satisfied and filled and know what loving really means. I wish that the paper moon I put my hope in was real. I wish that life really was that easy.
Do you remember the letter you signed, "I am yours with much love and affection"?
I do.
Do you remember when I asked you to be careful?
Do you remember when I asked you to be sure?
I do.
Do you remember?
I do, everyday.

I know someday I'm going to say good bye. Your memories will be tied up with a pretty pink ribbon, just like your letters are. But today is not that day, maybe tommorrow...

Concerning the above Post from August of this Year

Today is the Day. I feel fine.

Today is the Day and rather than being wrapped in sadness or loss I am peaceful.
I have indeed let you go, not because of the fullness of another, simply because I am enough without you.
What a blessing to feel that ah-ha moment.

I am happy.
I am beautiful.
I am all that is enough.
I am.


Today is the Day. I feel fine.

To Speak a Foreign Language

She said, "Tu nombre es miel a mis labios." with a sigh
reminiscent of the dew in the early morning dawn.
Sweetness and light enveloping his senses

"Usted es la pequena flor mas dulce del valle." he said
wrapped gently
in the glow of a fading moonlit sky.

All without the comfort of solid words spoken.
In the expansiveness of space and time
with a look in the eye
and a touch of the hand
their thoughts were known

simply

beautiful.

Word for the Day...

Bloob

Verb; to mush, squeeze, grab hold of repeatedly.

I love to Bloob your fat.

Simple Pleasures

All I want is some bacon simple and brown
in the morning bustle of my life

All I want is some bacon quietly crispy
waiting for me as I make the bed

All I want is some bacon hot and salty
cutting through the atmosphere

All I want is some bacon perfect and unburned
Like the life I want to live
Basic and satisfying
I'm only always undoing
even though I'm trying.