you never
know
when the moment will
b e.

when you
just happen
to catch a glimpse
of
s o m e t h i n g.

a casual glance tossed a particular way,
that gets caught
and becomes forever ingrained
in
your
h e a r t.

something you'll carry with you forever.
those moments that
become part of your historical
t r e a s u r e s.



if my hair fell
out of
my
head,
i'd plant flowers
there instead
and
water them
with ideas
so they
would
grow in
all
different
colors.



lately,
i've been having a lot
of
fights
with vulnerability
and
vulnerability wins
every time.

i really hate that.



when i was
little,
i was told to stay on
the
path.
"watch for the markers
and
stay on the path
or
you might get lost"
i was
told.

so i would
dutifully look
for the markers
because i surely
didn't want
to
get lost.

later,
i realized
that the markers i was looking
for,
weren't the markers for the path
i had been
on.

i had been
following completely
different
markers
all
along.

and
it
wasn't
bad
at
all.




"the edges are important"
she said,
"because
you never
know when
you're going to need
them
to keep
you
from
falling."



don't let the calm
exterior
fool
you,
she said.
there is plenty
of
restlessness
inside
but i manage
to keep it tamed
with
lots
of
sunshine
and
fried
dough.



i have found
that
stretching boundaries
usually won't make
them
break
but sometimes
i get
into
trouble
when i
ignore
the
no
trespassing
signs.