on washed-out art days and long love
Oh this is bliss - to be alive, and weather the days with the loved-one! 💙
My greatest good fortune—my husband and our son.
Awash in the unpredictability of it all we are buoyed by loss and love. I dog-paddle, head barely above water.
Often.
I forget to roll over and float.
Next time it rains (if there is a next time), I’m gonna float. I’m just gonna remember you and float.
Oh, yes, so much of my life spent paddling furiously to stay afloat!🥺
Long relationship is a story written in silence, abiding, and the confluence of all that makes us who we are, together and separate.
So true, Martha!
This is so gorgeous and alive.
as are you ...
That Bill.
Always.
"The balance of our equation." Love that niblet of long relationship.
It rains, their work wet.
They huddle in holy hug.
Equation solved?
Oh this is bliss - to be alive, and weather the days with the loved-one! 💙
My greatest good fortune—my husband and our son.
Awash in the unpredictability of it all we are buoyed by loss and love. I dog-paddle, head barely above water.
Often.
I forget to roll over and float.
Next time it rains (if there is a next time), I’m gonna float. I’m just gonna remember you and float.
Oh, yes, so much of my life spent paddling furiously to stay afloat!🥺
Long relationship is a story written in silence, abiding, and the confluence of all that makes us who we are, together and separate.
So true, Martha!
This is so gorgeous and alive.
as are you ...
That Bill.
Always.
"The balance of our equation." Love that niblet of long relationship.
It rains, their work wet.
They huddle in holy hug.
Equation solved?