Going through all the posts- hearing all the written words- not writing for a while:
This has been a blessing, in the sense I see things I wouldn’t have- when focused on my own:
“I see love in your words, but I want to hear love in your voice.
Pretty poetry does nothing for me here, in the dirt, in the earth, at my worst.
Love will cost you more than a pen in motion. Love means sleeves rolled, hands open, to close in.”