you taught me that beauty does not require perfection it is a lesson i've held close and now as we wind our way around newly discovered imperfections i remember that lesson i hold close all the ways that we are beautiful

presence, 3

we can count the hours, days, weeks, months, years take tallies make measurements record the numbers however meticulous our counting, it is still this moment that matters most.       presence presence,2


the hurt sometimes look too closely for signs of what may hurt again though the seeking itself is hurtful it seems better to be ready than to be taken completely unaware though to be prepared is also painful-- so let go of what was witnessed set aside his cruel detachment forget her quiet suffering learn … Continue reading echoes