the small things do count...

So today, I resign to being nothing more than who I am; I resign to "be a proliferator of good vibes." I have the magic. Perhaps even more than others. I have good friends, I am in the best shape of my life both physically (not quite yet) and spiritually and I have an enduring family that loves me. I will find a special person again who is wonderful, not only handsome but a true gentleman. His spirit will be warm and masculine. His mind sharp and his arms loving and secure. I am creative. I am a good guy. I have arms and legs and a heart that work. And, the most important, I am blessed every day.

magic and dreams and good madness. reading of some fine books and kissing someone who thinks you're wonderful, don't forget to make some art - write, draw, grow or build or sing or live. surprise yourself...~

It feels cliché writing about hope and spring. But I can’t help it. Flowering trees make me swoon. My heart leaps on my commute when I catch–out of the corner of my eye–a small stand of blossoming and leafing trees otherwise gray with winterized brush. I cheer with joy...~

Though earth and moon were gone. And suns and universes ceased to be. And though we're left alone. Every existence would exist in thee...~