Love protects and bends and holds the cosmos to propagate creativity so that imagination can suspend stories long enough to enter through unseen doors and visit so the truths can be held, told, and supported.

I’m going to give you a handful of wildflowers so, each petal that falls will remind you that the earth breathes, and the moon rises.

It takes a lover to show how vulnerable can speak the tender inside of real truths.

Tears and poetry are the closest language to all things divine, unspoken, spoken and felt.

Hearts mend and expand and break and give something of ourselves as we nest into the gifting of our dearest self.

For right now, let’s talk softly to each other and we’ll become a love song.

To be loved and to love, takes courage. To be fully seen is incredibly rare and breathtaking. We lower our masks and see a celestial inner being. It is our full self -- the supernova as well as the black holes. Our fears and doubts. Our anger and joy...This is love.