Last night I sent a text to a friend telling him that I was ready to re-invent myself. This skin I'm currently wearing is starting to sag and feels a bit uncomfortable. *** If I could sculpt you from the clay of the Earth, shape the curves of your limbs with the palms of my hands... I'd cast your eyes blue and clear as the still waters of the Caribbean on a summer day that see into the depths of life and death. I'd stretch your skin across bones of steel that carry the weight of your dreams too marvelous to rest on fragile shoulders of common men. I'd mold your face with drops of rain delicate enough to sense the tenderness of a lover's lips and joy that courses the veins. You would be my own superhero. A superwoman willing to follow the wind or the waves of the sea that call to you in the whispers that bind hearts and mend fences of souls. Brave enough to love without fear. And seek truth without regret. Bold as the stars in the Andean sky. A fire that leaves its o...

Forgive me. I'm going to do some thinking here. Some sorting. Some processing through the process of writing this blog. The last week and a half has been a whirlwind for me. Thoughts and emotions have swirled in my head. I'm sitting here still letting them wander around my conscience and hoping they will eventually find a place to rest. A few days ago I had a conversation with my dear Lawrence who told me that he thinks I'd finally find happiness if I embrace the gypsy in me and live my life with the reckless abandon I seem to crave. This cardboard box of traditional living is certainly worn, and the duct tape I've been using to hold it together is separating along the seams. But what next? I have some serious questions to answer in the upcoming weeks. Deep down, I already know the answers, and I have no doubt that the people around me will question my sanity as I make them. And you know what? None of it really matters at the end of the day. I fully intend to find mysel...

Last Friday, I participated again in the Collaborative Arts Experiment in Fort Myers. This year, the theme was based around community, beauty, and joy. My group decided to create a piece that reflected a universe vs. Earth perspective, and I wrote two poems (in one week) that were read at the beginning and end of the work. The first is simply my reflection of the universe and the wonder I feel when looking at the night sky. The second is my attempt to capture the sense of life I often feel surging within me. You hold in your dark depths the secrets of our first breath wound and wrapped in your swirling orbs of light and dust That stare at me... A million sparks of glitter and gold Singing and cajoling Evolving and revolving... Shining in the eyes of men who dream hope wait for the fate and fortune of foreign travels. *** Oh mystics and dreamers and weavers of words... You carry in your sinew and bone a celebration of the sun of the Earth the dr...

I went running this morning. My iPod stayed in the pocket of my running belt. It was beautiful.