Touch

I had forgotten

How your touch can diffuse my crisis

Your hand has more power 

Than you can even know

Your hug is magic, our fissure showing signs of repair

To be that disconnected is terrible 

To reconnect afterward is powerful

I love you.  

Walking

Sometimes, just a simple walk outside can lift a chin

Sunshine 

Breeze

Tails wagging 

Trees swaying 

Outside air

Sniffs along the way 

Grateful for walks and the cute accountability to take them

Release

Sometimes they just burst through

The feelings, all of them, at once

In the form of explosive drops of water 

Bursting through my eyes

Damnit

I hate crying

Try to push them back

But sometimes I can't control it 

And they just flow

Release

Messy release.

Its not all fixed afterward

But I can get back in the game and continue playing again

A little more capacity is renewed

Breathe

Wins

Some days are moment by moment

Today, I take the wins in between the losses

I relish a smile, buried within a sweet touch

There is happiness in the quiet peaceful backdrop, with your laugh against it

Let's end this day with the reading of a sweet old story

A book, that wraps us all up in it's love

Goodnight, my babe

Looking up

It’s those moments in between 

Between the calls and work

Between the demands of life 

Between the tasks and todo’s

When I am drawn to look up 

I see the sky and am rescued 

My imagination unlocks 

So expansive

And the world feels bigger

Relief

What if…

When we walk

 Walking the dogs.  Together.  

You're growing up but you still enjoy my company

We walk the dogs and you are chatty

You love your independence, though, and walk alone while I turn back

I watch you turn your back to me and carry on

You got this without me

I will miss these moments when they are less frequent

I appreciate and cherish them today

Snocones

Cicadas in the trees.  

The fan blowing at your face.  

Your childhood is going by too fast.  

How many more days will you find such joy in selling lemonade or snocones to passers by?  

My summer loves.  

Present

June. 

No social media lately.

My brain feels calmer, less overload.  I don’t miss it. 

Instead, I am reading more and now writing.

The kids are playing. 

My wife beside me. 

Carlos Santana dances in the air around us. 

Summer. 

Lucky

I find myself in this place

This space

Forty-something and still evolving

I look in the mirror

How did I get here, these forehead lines and crows feet?

Life lived

Love poured out

A million feelings 

A billion thoughts, some that repeat… over and over

They wear grooves

But I look around me… how lucky am I!

My soul, in gratitude