whisper sand

the slightly hot pain of producing sound between feet and sand, sounds like seals barking, or just skittles and scaws... my soles feel this way from chasing her around the rooms, down the hall. always lifting, detering, and redirecting, but laughing, listening to a little language form and percolate. aaaAAA! shrill joy and concerned kisses

swept

the recognition of light, a solstice solution, though my aunt
her handwriting deteriorated between holy days. my baby is growing outside of
of limits my mind held, she breaks out of my definitons daily. the dance mystery, a clue found like a land mine, lobbing its waste through my cells, my request answered ... keeping watch over the rainy town about towners, silently wishing success.

and today: a glossy photo of my man, holding our future in his hand, it made him smile like a happy day, the domino effect is in our oven baking sweetly.

november and the winter that came

november: flash flood warnings on oahu
december:
we are in business they love the flavor we dream in the storm : expand.
my dance is hers now all the time, waiting for moments and in between spaces, performing for an 8 month old audience of one.