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…

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.

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…

It was a fever ray and dj shadow type of day.

The sort of day that made me long for summer nights that never end.

This is coming from the woman with which fall is her lover

and ,summer is like a mother-in-law with whom I tolerate.

The breeze was glorious… The sunset even more glorious…

Adventuring with my mint haired maiden was just what I needed!

We went to Sea Shore State Park. The swamp covered in sugar. The water frozen over in varying grey’s.

The moss hanging like chandeliers above our wondering heads.

We walked for hours, the snow crunching softly beneath our feet.