I'm in love with a woman.

An ode to the kind of love that only women can give & understand.

I’m a writer.

That’s the first bit.

I don’t know why that feels so strange or painful to say, but it does.
I want to acknowledge it.

I want to acknowledge the feelings of stuckness.

The ache of Knowing.
The pain of Being.

The finicketyness of WORDS.

I want to let it be, and let it go.
I want to let myself be, and let myself flow.

I am, I can be, Home.

I AM HERE.

That is enough.

I BELONG.

Yesterday, I had a conversation with a dear friend of mine.

A female friend.
A soul sister.

Someone I would go to the ends of the Earth for.

Our connection is… special. Precious.
She reminds me of me, but not.

She is…

It’s hard to put her into words.
I want to leave something to the imagination.

But/and…

One day, I hope you will meet her.
You will understand just what I see in her.
And you will love her just as I do.

She teaches me so much, but in the gentles…