what memories do

i think i kind of like the way memory seems to stalk me. those memories in which i choose to keep. those that may be sprinkle with a bit of bittersweet but nonetheless, have prove to be beneficial in the shaping of who i am…

the rain and i...

the sound of rain always makes me feel like home. i don’t know what it is. i don’t know if it’s it natural rhythm of water hitting the ground, the chill in the air, the darkness of the sky. i know it may sound sad, but it’s not for me. it’s warm, it’s comforting, it makes me feel like me…

tea & toast

the kettle is heating and i wonder what tea i will drink. i will put two slices of bread into the toaster and when they are done i will smother them with apple butter and honey. my body is feeling tired and my mind is too, somewhat. still can’t shake certain thoughts. i know they are here for a reason. i’ll just enjoy my mid-morning snack and let everything just fade away for a moment…

i am a house...

…filled with rooms and possessions to be explored. with windows to see and be seen and wooden floors that creak when walked upon. books fill the walls along with my favorite photographs. i am filled with history, with stories, all within these walls that have held up for years after years. warm light fills me from the inside and the warmth of my hospitality extends to those invited. i am a house..

she likes to put on my red hooded sweater so she can prance around the house with her basket of found things…

a pair of apples

thirty has come...

thirty has come and i welcome it. i welcome the changes as well as those things that will always remain the same. some things, though, will take effort, i know. some things will not and it will be up to me to decide what comfort i will allow myself to be in. what comfort is good for me and what comfort begs to be abandoned so that i may explore what i do not know…yet…

what dreams may tell

sometimes i like to keep dreams with me. they way the feel, what i think they represent, the visuals, the delight.

lately, i think they have been telling me of camaraderie, of mystery, of closeness. of old victorian houses with stories, with character, trying to tell me something. of where i want to live, where i want to inhabit and what i want to be with others.

i know there is more, and i wish i could bring the feelings into the real world. for now, i will let them whisper to me and hold them inside, deep within.