In celebration of National Poetry Month, I flexed my creative muscles by participating in a 30-day haiku challenge in April. Beyond the guidelines of creating a haiku each day, I also vowed to write whatever popped into my mind and go with it — no rethinking and no editing. I did cheat a bit in
Day 16Today will be the daywe listened to recordswhile learning to play cribbageas the sweet scent of homemade zucchini bread blanketed the houseand rain pitter-pattered against the window panesbegging to be let into join the partyThe streets were quietthe park next door emptyToday was a good daywe were happyand healthyand it may not have been
We knew pretty early on in the planning phase that our wedding was not going to be “traditional.” From the time of our festivities (morning) to our vacillating between whether we’re actually having a ceremony or just a reception (we’ve more or less landed on the former), we don’t really fit the mold for
the vulnerability of not being protected by your car, from new people and happenings of the day. there’s a trusting action of putting your arrival into the hands of another. sharing a seat. interactions with strangers. burying yourself in a book. it’s easy to live in your bubble and not look around and out. it’s
we were amazing together until we weren’t it was love until it wasn’t ~nicjoy
The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your won door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcome and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was yourself. Give wine, give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the strange
