I don't want more, if it makes less of the good I've got.

Art for your walls.

Do you have relics

forged and then found

in the hot fires

of this beautiful life?—

the long halls of art

found humming beneath skins

behind eyes

in the growing of our softer bodies—

found in the places it’s been,

and seen

and laid

and laughed,

no longer stinging

and hurting

or aching

but softly moving like little lanterns into the stories of others

with softer ears

and bouquets of tears.

This is natures work

a hallowed weaving

where art is made of our lives.

I

am

not

a

simple

thing,

but I am mostly simple

when it comes to things.

Life is complicated enough

to be doing absurdities to coffee—

like making tiramisu.

I’m learning to let the good things,

be

good

things.

I don’t want more,

if it makes less

of

the

good

I’ve

got,

or better said,

been given.

I’m learning that the adding

isn’t always broadening—

those pretty little things can be takers too.

I’ll bring in my tent pegs

to cosier perimeters

if it means

that holding my lover’s hand

remains one of my most important currencies.

I want you

and the nighttime candles

and our blue and borrowed house

high on the hill

with our songs

and our poems

and our relics—

the ones forged in the fires

of this beautiful life

with our long halls of art

humming beneath our skins

and behind our eyes

in the growing of our softer bodies—

found in the places we have been,

and seen

and laid

and laughed.

I’m learning to let the good things

be

good

things.

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Readers of 'Catching Shower Flowers'

I am deep in the ink writing PART THREE: The Ripples of Beautiful Dialect.

In this soon to arrive love-letter, I am exploring: The art of phrasing; statements vs questions, assumptions vs perspectives, a photo journal from my self-imposed writers retreat and how I make it work (assumptions be gone in the lake).

A big juicy body of work, set to arrive in inboxes early next week.

Until then, I am catching shower flowers, for you.

PS: Catch up on the inquiry parts one and two below:

Part one: The ripples of beautiful dialect.

Part Two: The ripples of beautiful dialect.

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all to say;

“Do you see it too?”.

xo