...two eighty six.
We are bright, shimmering beacons of light, but we turn away from our glittering brilliance,
instead lingering silently in shrouded shadows.
We soak up a thousand emotional impressions in the span of seven seconds, so easily losing track of our own hearts, our own minds, our own pain and our own needs.
We are tailor-made to soothe panicked heartbeats and bestow smiles on suffering souls, but we lose sight of the juicy joy in curling our own lips upward into a gutsy, no-holds-barred grin.
We are born to breathe in the world’s pounding panic and bursting joy and bitter hatred and luscious love, but we forget the fierce dragon-like freedom in exhaling the at-times
exhausting struggle of sensing so much.
We have waterfall hearts...
Rest of the story here...
i was sitting at the table.
having my coffee...
reading this inspirational piece,
when i look in the mirror and see.
this beautiful face smiling at me.
then she sends me this photo of her.
coffee mug shadow.
some moments fit like your favorite sweater.
Sunday morning coffee (together) with my girl.
some moments are just meant to be...
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.