She heard the engine of the moving van start-up and headed towards the door. It was time to go.

Dogs are a great judge of energy.

It's hard to have faith in something I can't touch.

Define wise
she cries
as I rise
circling in the skies.

Having different puzzle pieces that click in place so perfectly in other ways is what makes this whole story of our life together solid.

She loves the morning. I love the night.

You know that feeling when you fly past someone and you look twice wondering if you know them from somewhere else?

For months I stayed hidden from her. She would lean out the bedroom window when she heard a hoot or screech and search the branches hoping to catch a glimpse of me.

I guess we all have quirky things that settle us down…

I'm passionate about who I love and I have loved her since the moment I saw her.

A Bunny.
Oh, relax.

How do I know what she is dreaming of?
She tells me everything.

I thought someone was failing to show up for her and was quick to judge that someone wasn't doing their job as the parent, a protector.

She was 10 years old the night I first heard her. I was in a tree outside of her bedroom window. I heard her whispering.

When the earth feels raw and shaky underneath your feet…

I'm almost 30 years old. I'm getting tired. My wings ache after a few minutes of swooshing and hunting. 

My conversations with God start before my feet hit the floor in the morning. Most times, before I even open my eyes. I am a person that prays, a lot.