not resolutions -- just a list

write more
sing better
clean, sort, tidy, de-clutter
paint
do yoga
eat better
regularly tell my loved ones that I love them
sleep more
drink less
listen
travel
give gifts
repair
garden
write down my dreams
affirm
source
share
kiss
smile
breathe

21 Years, A Nice E-Mail, A Gorgeous View

so much love it hurts
not just because the day has come to acknowledge our love
but because the light shimmers behind soft pink clouds nestled in canyons as the sun rises behind me
refining the sharp illumination of daylight
spirits in our midst


so much love it hurts
not because of the gratitude of being able to breath freely without remorse
but because as I think of you, you think of me
sending me your gifts of music and hope
with unconditional wishes for me to take what I will and use as I shall


so much love it hurts
the throbbing aching pulse of vitality
a reminder that the mundane contains as much life
as those spectacular splashes of experience that thrill you into awareness
and simply by glancing in the direction of my routine
I am connected to something much larger than me


so much love
so much love
so much love


your fingers graceful on the strings
stretching easily create harmony
then gently caress my cheek
until you kiss me