“It is about learning to move with your grief, and dance.”

This is what the heart wants. This is what the head won’t get.

Spring blooms, even in places where life once ended.

Answers will bring you home, but questions – they’ll take you everywhere.

And every time they have touched me, my skin has asked if its you.

Feel, so you can heal. Heal, so you can feel.

And despite it all, we dream. That is our greatest resistance.

Nothing born of sun and storms is ever weak in any form.

It could be the end of a story. It could be the beginning.

And then there’s you: my greatest reminder that god is a poet, too.

Tell me a love story that begins with when you met yourself.

The hardest part of living the dream is believing you are.

I told the night everything about you. It smiled, and said, “stranger dreams have come true”.

Who knew the shortest nights would stay with us the longest? – solstice.

The best memories are the ones where I remember you and nothing else.

And if it ends today, know that it was without a doubt, always you.

I am the weakest when I’m close to you. I am the strongest when you are close to me.

Avoidance. Probably the worst dance. – Complicated.

I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.

My men like satyrs grazing on the lawns, / Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay.

Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.

The way she danced through life was poetry.

Just because a record has a groove don’t make it in the groove.

I really have been dancing my whole life.

When two close kindred meet, What better than call a dance?