I had neatly folded you away.

Yet with one concrete stare I have come undone.

No man has ever stood as tall as you have in my heart.

Now I am left worried and bare. 

The small things make magic moments. Little kitchens dimly lit, full of laughter and flour.

Nutmeg and cinnamon filling the air with memories of autumn days. 

The sweet deep happiness of wanting donuts for nearly a month and the wonderful reward of waiting and hand making…

I am learning. Ever learning about what love really is and how it flows in and out of my heart.

I am learning what it really means to love without receiving.

I am learning what it is to truly be vulnerable and open.

It is a hard thing and yet it is dearly beautiful…

(Photo’s of my journal pages as of late.)