Baby bird
I am Brave.
I am brave,
I have to be…
The world calls it out of me.
With a heart that feels so strongly, I must hold the reigns tightly.
Tighter than most. I buckle down and accept a great deal of unchangeable things.
I am brave because I love regardless of whats given or thought of me.
I am brave because I venture past control and knowing.
I am brave for knowing my worth regardless of a circumstance.
I am brave for feeling when it is scary.
Often it is very scary.
I am brave for being myself, for dreaming for hoping.
Because these three things can bring so very much pain.
I am brave…
Feb 3
The moment I brought up mandrakes and beets I knew I loved you.
It’s been confirmed many times over since then.
Our sarcastic eyes, love of golden girls and love affair with food are just starters.
I love the fact your up for anything and so beautifully chill.
You get me in the most down to earth way.
This is a gift to understand my complexities and messiness.
You make people feel safe and understood!
I love how in such a very short time you have left a legacy.
Feb 2
I like lists. Lists make me feel organized and accomplished.
Sometimes I write so emotionally or romantically about moments, that it is good to write a good ol’e list for a change.
Here is our perfect day in a list:
Icelandic chocolate…
J Dilla: Lightworks…
Stumptown coffee…
My boys…
Docks and sunsets…
Photographing…
Quilts…
Baked brie, honey and pear…
Foreign films…