i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

enjoying the solitude that comes with being in this place at this time of my life.

i would call myself a child of fortune,

for i feel as though my life were blessed with almost-scrapes

where my remarkable misjudgments and blunders never seem to create wounds

or scarring any more than scratches.

thank you God.

its another year though,

so there is to be new pushing, new learning, new breaking and new growing

so much has happened already.

so much more will happen.

the excitement and apprehension of firsts,

coupled with the love and familiarities of ares

and the fading influences of has-beens

color every moment of every day and although they are not all pleasant,

the vibrancy of my every breath

does in fact, take my breath away.

for this i live hard, live free, live joyful and live purposefully.

i refuse to waste any of it on things i deem unworthy.

but how is one to do so?

i think

the trick is to learn the unforced rhythms of grace

and then spill over with the heartbeat we were meant to have

thumping

rest. work. rest.