Im tired, and a little distressed. And I work too hard, and long and im angry. All the time. Because of money, and I feel like I could be doing more. But im tired and frustrated. And I wish you would remind yourselves your doing your best. Mom and dad, you are doing your best.

Tell me about the dream where we pull our bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothing again. How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running until they forget that they are horses. Its not like a tree where the roots have to end somehwere, its more like a song on a radio, how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance and the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple to slice into pieces. Look at the light through the window pane. That means its noon, that means were inconsolable. Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These, our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me how we'll never get used to it.

Thank you for being there, always. Thank you for holding me when I cry. Thank you for sharing your secrets. Thank you for making me feel alive everyday. Thank you for coming into my life at the perfect moment. Thank you for catching me just as I was about to fall. Thank you for loving me every single day.

oh my goodness.

I dont just love you, I adore and admire your indescribable, unfathomable beauty to a heart-felt depth you will never possibly understand.

Sometimes I feel like im a butterfly and people are trying to put me on a leash and take me for a walk.

When you see them diving and surfacing there is a certain grace, a feeling of triumph. Their slick bodies twist through the funnel of the sea, reach toward the sky; with flippers outstretched, they rise from the pits of the ocean like the second coming of Christ. But the humpbacks sing songs that fill you to the core, that swell inside you. They are the the kind of songs that haunt the sound of your heart beating when you are afraid. I wish I really knew what it was like to be in their presence.