Sharing a life of inner and outer journeys. And this was yet another. On another note, I am now graced by the presence of 900 followers. That the 900th is a dear new friend, makes this milestone that much sweeter. I am keeping up with as many of your posts as my life,. April 13, 2018, Prescott-. Happy Friday the Thirteenth! .

I can make no apologies for following my heart. By this time next week we will be only a few hours away from the Rhode Island border. I have had an amazing life here in Iowa for the past year and a half. I moved in with the man of my dreams from 1300 miles away, got engaged, had the most amazing baby boy I could have ever imagined and immersed myself in a culture much different than the coastal life that I was born and raised in.

I so agree with you.

I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself. How different would our world be? Love speaks all languages, crosses divides, reaching into the depths of darkness, restores us, breaks us, frees us. If it meant freedom, would you love with all of you? Would you love all of you? The first.

In my travels I found no answers, only wonders. She sits alone upon the stair. Golden highlights in her hair. Wearied head against the wall. To rouse herself to climb again. Takes the mettle she fears she lacks. Yet loathe she is to descend. Thus she sits upon the stair.