Naked Under My Skin

At first, I can barely gasp for air. I die. The 'old' life is squeezed out of me. The humble, vulnerable, naked human surrenders. I go from solitude to intimacy. Inside the hug- My heart beats with their heart. And then I have to let go. Present tense pushes out past tense. The smush of body weight against the floor feels like a full body hug.

LEAP OF FAITH

LEAP and Linger. My 53rd Birthday Present. Tandem Paragliding over Southern Oregon Mountains. Linger. Linger is my new friend. I choose to become very familiar, as intimate as I can with Linger. "To be slow in parting" is one definition. My relationship with this word linger stuck to me like 'white on rice' in contact … Continue reading LEAP OF FAITH