“Thank you for believing in me the way I used to.”

Dear curiosity, I wish you wished the best for me.

And in the shard of fleeting vision, everything I once feared tastes like stolen magic.

Let’s go slow dancing around the kitchen, listening to the sound of dawn by the back roads and let our shadows paint the walls.

Whatever it is however bad I’m so glad you’re still here.

You were the star in my life but now its my time to shine.

I hope one day your paper cranes grow up in dreams and fly away.

I shouldn’t have to dream of losing you to hold you all closer in the morning.

It may have killed the cat but curiosity is what keeps me alive.

Open your eyes to the bottomless sky that teases omnipresence and know that you are my beyond.

You danced the fine line between graceful and reckless and this is what I wake to wait for.

I spy a life on fire and taken for granted by me.

Needing leave clumsy me – spilling mustard on my sleeve as cover-up for all the talk of love.

You and your sea glass green kaleidoscope eyes have always been my kryptonite.

We’re outsiders- you and I- we could almost be brilliant.

I hope your lemonade tastes like young summers and old times.

Things will change – that’s the best and worst of it.

Believe in keep going not fast going.

I’ve long believed that good food, good eating, is all about risk.

At the core of all well-founded beliefs lies belief that is unfounded.

In the end what matters is not how good we are but how good God is. Not how much we love Him but how much He loves us. And God loves us whoever we are, whatever we’ve done or failed to do, whatever we believe or can’t.

Believe in the rainbow, rather than a wild storm.

Magical, extraterrestrial, marvelous, enchanted, brave, beautiful, miraculous, royalty, a warrior, a deity. You are simply everything you are and choose to believe.

I suppose therefore that all things I see are illusions; I believe that nothing has ever existed of everything my lying memory tells me.

To believe in God is to see that life has meaning