Isolation

His Colors Always Shine

New Problems, Old Tools

Seeing Through Different Eyes

Healing Places II

It's Everyone's Problem

Healing Places

Abandoned

Welcome

Parting Sorrow

Shared Perspective

The Time Has Come

Tomorrow I travel to him. Our first circle will draw to a close. We wonder how it is we managed to build and maintain such a strong bond having never met. I think it's amazing, unique, wonderful, beautiful. It reminds me of the love stories I've read from times past when penning a letter was common place and relationships were built and maintained sometimes for years with pen and ink. Letters that became books to be read and envied.

I hope that if you have read my blog often or on occasion you have also looked at BD's blog. Our story interweaves and he paints it in such a beautiful way...

We will meet in London for a beautiful long weekend and then I will be away in Russia for a couple of weeks. I hope that I can post here or there and let you know how things are going. Otherwise, I'll see you on the 4th.

When he calls me Special

I believe him. But in my heart I know that he is the special one.

Heartbeats

I have counted months, years even
I have counted weeks, and the days
Hours and minutes in each one
Now there are only seconds
And the beats of my heart
Each one marking the time it takes
To cross the room and stand by you

He is My Love

BD caught my attention a little over 8 months ago. I have been in love with him for almost as long and somewhere along the way I learned to love him as well. He came so soft and sweet across my path and left the nicest note on my blog asking me if I would write to him. Little did I know that the first email would turn into a hundred, and the hundred into 300... And that it wouldn't be long before my day would not be complete unless I'd had the chance to speak to him. Over the months he's given me a chance to see him... the light spaces, the dark corners, the places where I can see myself, the places that are tender, the colors and shadows. I have grown to like him, admire him, for his breadth and his depth... his layers.

Tonight on the phone, in the dark and quiet, I could hear nothing but his breathing, and mine falling into the rhythm of his... hearts beating together. In that twilight I almost felt we could touch. He has gotten down deep into my heart, to the place where it connects to my soul and it feels so comfortable.

On Friday we will meet for the first time...

Grace...

He Saves Her Heart

From across the room
His whispers filled her ears.
His dark warmth poured through her
Eyes, and pooled in her belly
As he drew near.
With kingly grace he tended her.
Beneath his hand her light grew bright,
And every jewel was set in place.

Underneath the Leaves