{Today I went looking for a finished post that would work for Valentine’s day. I thought I’d find a love poem, or a post written to women on the hard side of heartbreak. Instead I found this. Written ages and ages ago, and just waiting for a day like...
It’s scary. This love thing. The sweet vulnerability of extension. The naked of ‘here I am’. The tentative reaching of outstretched arms. The wide open of hope. We all get a little lost here. Wish we knew how to do it better. Wish it were cleaner and more gentle and a...
