Friday, September 9, 2011

I want to guard your dreams and visions


I had a moment last weekend, running up this small but steep hill where I thought, "This is my best self, here, with them." These two people have made Portland home this summer, a little spark of magic I felt sure would never happen. For the first time in at least a decade, I'm not aching for elsewhere or other times. They make me want to be here, now, a heart pointed only to the present.