i thought that you could take these things away from me the people i cared about the moments captured in photographs and as i grieved i realized these people are forever in my heart and there, you can never reave.
tumbling down the sand dune and the wind howls hot against my limbs, scratched by tiny particles, beige and brown stacking into mountains blown into nothingness.
imagine that you could not walk but could only drag your little legs behind you and how you'd yearn for the simple things to search to follow to explore with unhindered freedom.
joy in riding the bus in looking out the window in noting the birds and the jackets on the people joy in noticing the harmony on this bumpy ride called life.
curious--the bond between seed and flower strange--the connection between shell and bean wonderful--the body and its breath and power awed by the overlap between you and me.
when you cannot see over the hill when the future looks as one big unknown horizon and you feel you can only put one foot in front of the other keep going there is a pinnacle to every climb.