Live in our own cloud.
Love the volume of your heart.
Dancing in the sky.

i imagine my heart as a ripe strawberry.
swollen with life and unrefined sugar
circling sweet goodness all the way to my fingers and toes. 

i imagine my brain as a cumulus cloud. 
fluffy and filled with precipitation. 
anxious to cycle through the nearest puddle of thought. 

my cloud brain and strawberry heart team 
up to remind me that life happens best under
the blue sky. 

the man who fishes
with a fly is patient
and kind and thoughtful.

he wades through the water
looking for a beautiful treasure.
and he waits for it.

he is keen and aware.
the sharp, cold water doesn’t cause him to stray.
he learns from it.

he commits. 
there are laugh lines around his eyes
and a warm blanket around his heart.

when he holds the fish he holds it close enough
to keep it safe and loose enough to watch it move.
the same way we should hold each other. 

the river is shallow
and the rocks are clear
the steps are easy
and you are near

the river is deep
and strong and unexpected
it could wash you away
but we will stay connected

i like to lay on rocks. 
even though they’re hard
as rocks.

the soft curves of the 
rock are formed to fit my 
body’s contours precisely.

mother nature knew i would pick this spot.
she weathered it just for me and this moment. 

gravity pushes me into the granite
and the stone massages out the knots of life.

the rock absorbs my tension
and turns it into understanding and new ideas.

tiny, mantis-colored sprouts emerging from deep, dark cracks.

the rock is wise and timeless. living through lifetimes. 
passed by many cycles of existence.

reminding us to use our feet, hearts, and minds.
time is fleeting. 
keep moving and stay kind. 

take me to the river. 
take me to the mountains. 
take me to the sea.

we can be givers.
we can think bigger.
we can be free.

i’ll take you to the canyon.
i’ll take you to the valley.
i’ll take you to the breeze.

we can be quiet.
we can be wild.
we can be honeybees.

take me to the mystery.

Out of reach: Longing
Ensues an art: Letting go
And deep contenting

Symbiotic, one
Different creatures, together
Both, And... united