an ode to daphne.

If I don't feel it in the room, hear it in the conversation, sense it in the art, feel it in the interaction, I'll create an environment it feels safe to reveal itself in; it is in good company with me, as it is an energy I nurture. The reverence and deep respect I hold for the process of authenticity unfolding in real time has made me far too judgemental when it comes to matters of pretend. What a complete waste of time to be anything less than who you are in any given moment.

Vulnerability and authenticity are invitations to true alignment; They cut right to the marrow of who and/or what is at its core. While we know that nothing is permanent, resonance with these energies will always ground us and bring us face to face, heart to heart, soul to soul and spirit to spirit with who we are in the moment. It breaks down the stubborn door of performance and pushes us into the free fall or deciding in a moment who we wish to become. The thrill of the truth in motion is a power undefeatable.

When I am alone, it consumes my every thought and permeates my every desire. I long to release it & yearn for its touch scaling down the knape of my neck into the curve of my waist. I wish for the moment it's eyes will meet mine and melt away every defense down to the buckles in my knees, I am reaching the point of desperation and you can hear it in my throat sitting just above every word I say. Each day it whispers to me, and each day the dam begins to crack just a little more. You'd think it an aggressive disease the way it spreads through me, but no. It is my nature that I am trying to change, my nature that I am trying to hide. It is my nature that I am ashamed of, my nature that longs for the fever of romance and the illustriousness of pure, protective, nurturing, challenging, passionate, intentional, unwavering love. It fervently grows no matter how much I try to destroy it at the sight of a sprout, no matter how I try to intellectualize love as merely a fever dream, an illusion of the mind and torture to the heart.