Moments fade into the routine of familiarity. Days pass with the idea that the close is only temporary. Hope brings the language of a different landing beyond what’s been the same. Circling the layers of our intimacy and the unscripted possibilities in the foreign….

Moments are for keeps. Details are for keeps. Feelings are for keeps. As the weeds saved in gardens. Words saved in stories. Colors saved in artwork. And lines saved in songs. For the weight fused between hearts and minds. The shadows drowning homes in darkness. The…

Been in the garden. The story. The artwork. The rhythm. Having planted. Written. Colored. Composed. Focused on the growth. The words. The feelings. The sounds. Built into the home. The talk. The weather. The music. As confessions of less even though there is more. As…

What travels between our hearts and our heads is what we have met in ourselves with certainty. In what leaks through the spaces within gardens that hold gain: whether in joy or in pain. In their sharing common ground amongst the layers of pages. In their giving…

Two different feelings far apart but still close enough in a story. One happy and the other sad. Each with just enough time for their messages to be interpreted. Dropped onto lines as talking points translated from situations. Just becoming what’s not questioned in…