a.m.

good morning,

beautiful children of the Universe,

dawning anew, each of us, this day,

may the petals of our hearts blossom fully and fragrantly,

may our lungs fill with the promise of this new day,

and empty with gratitude for the gifts that keep showing up on our doorstep,

unexpectedly, arriving just when we need them in the perfect size, shape and color,

may we continue to be amazed at the way we show up to our lives seemingly unprepared,

the Universe making its requests and we say '-- i can't -- i don't know how -- i've got nothing to offer--i'm not ready --',

and then in an instant, vulnerable, our hearts burst open and treasures come tumbling out, sparkling and gleaming,

dazzling the Universe, which then laughs joyously and knowingly,

bursting into technicolor radiance, extending its hand, inviting us to join the dancing and singing.......

skype

longing for a chunk of time to connect with you,

to laugh with you,

to share with you,

to clear up the mystery of the missed texts with you,

to discuss concepts in the book that we're both reading,

i long to call you 'Baby',

to smile at you,

to stick my tongue out at you,

to carry you around the house talking to you as if you were here,

to conduct my cooking show live for an audience of one,

i long to sit with you in silence,

staring at the little green dot,

tears forming after hours of 'this and that' as the clock approaches my midnight and your midday,

caressing my keyboard,

touching your face on the screen,

defying the story that distance is the product of rate and time,

dreading the click - but one of us has to do it -

quick, do it now!,

'I love you, Ba---.'