our trees could, should, and may be different. unique forms flourishing from mortared foundations. that expand together. connected. in this breathing forest. where we are individual. but absorb mutual nutrients. united. against the howling winds of judgment. our branches sway in the onslaught of know-it-alls. but they do not break. flexible. with a strong core they stand resolute. and keep extending.

first light of a new year washes ashore. paints my world in blues and golds. dawning. it warms the air, the earth, the developing days. cascades its promising power over this solitary start. where a release from before. and a welcome to the now. collide under cotton puffed skies. present. in the 2017 dawn. i vow to embrace every day to come.

through the distortion. beyond the beguiling comfort of solitary shadows. and above the hibernating soil. falls an aura. casting a glowing sheath of strength. a light that washes away consuming anxiety. offers warmth in negative space. through this illuminated lens. we gain clarity. understanding. how to learn from the dark while maintaining the light. and teeter on the edge of asymmetry.

 

Holidays are about traditions, laughter, and memories. This year we adopted the Japanese tradition of KFC Christmas chicken. And it brought out our silly side. The little connections that bring us all together are what makes this time of year so magical. Whether you’re celebrating old traditions or making new memories, we hope you all have a wonderful end to a wild year!

i need air. when the to dos and must be dones stack to stifling height. the forest softly beckons. serenity. offers her forever green haven. a succulent snow wonderland. with edges dipped in frozen delicacy. and under these grey weeping skies. all i seek is a moment. a way. to forget the needs of tomorrow. and savor in winter’s frosty delight.

 

drifting through the celestial seas. i’m a contented captain. when unforseen gusts appear. invade. steer. twist. and turn me midstride. pull one way. push the next. pinning limb to sky. leaving imprints. forms. of my evolving shapes. the frustrations. nuanced annoyances. that build on those hair-in-the-face days. test one’s resolve. and ask where can you find breath. in deceptive blue skies.

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after too many colorless sailing days. a swell of gold highlights harbor. ahoy. i have landed. washed up on familiar shores. with boulders built from eroded memories. to rediscover lost loves that were always there. guides. faintly fizzing in crashing waves. waiting to carry me back. willing. across the stress seas. to exciting uneven ground. that induce the need for ready.

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a raw open nerve. pulsing. every thought of self-doubt amplified by the echo of negative affirmations. the never, no, not nonsense taking too much time. energy. depleting my core of can, will, and do. orchestrating a struggle for reminders of the high notes. one finds in imperfect life. some days it’s difficult to see beyond the mesh. the barrier. of insecurity.

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a darkness is spreading. but with a turn you hit me. consume every space. around in and through me. my celestial obsession. reminder of hope. you golden goddess who breathes energy into wilting wintry souls. i hear you. and fear nothing. armored with the knowledge that your courageous rays rise daily. we will resist this ugliness. band together. and create anew.

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lively gardens grow out of layered time. combine cross pollinating the circumstances of now. with ripe heirloom fruits. to form an asymmetrical balance. perfection. teetering in the light and shadows of expansion. between rooted toes and aerial limbs. that create a viney reflection. of each golden ringlet leading to here. to this sprouting existence. an ethereal being. in a splintered sunset.