travelling heart

i'm not sure how far my heart has travelled this year.
but it has been a long way. a very long way.
how does it go?
all the way to the moon. and back?
i think that's how it goes.

because a little bit of mr darcy goes a long way

to brighten my day.





{images} theloveshop on etsy

the way you speak to my heart

words of comfort.
spoken.
in letter. email.
text. or beautiful card.
hearts. sewn with love.
meals. to take the pressure off.
soap. candles. smiles.
flowers. serene and fragile.
offering yourselves.
to me.
its the way you speak.
to my heart.



{written in response to the love of friends and family during my journey with breast cancer. i am on that road. and know not where it goes. but no matter. for all is well. with me. because of You. and my God. who sustains me. in all things.}

{image} dazeychic's etsy store

and so. it has come to this.

solitude, originally uploaded by rita vita finzi.

sometimes. you have to go it alone.
even when surrounded by love.
there is this thing. that you must do.
just you. and it.
it attaches itself to you. and. what can you do.
but run with it. the wind. strong. against your face.
pale. drawn. distraught.
but run you do. up and down.
with each new blow.
on you go.

reflection

operation yesterday. check.
equals time to reflect on beautiful things.
and only beautiful things.
and how much i love.
and how much i am loved.
big. big. check.








{images} 1-3 via the drifter and the gypsy; 4 anthropologie; 5-6 cassia beck

falling in love

still falling in love.
after 20 years.
something to celebrate.
i reckon.

"I love thee, I love but thee
With a love that shall not die
Till the sun grows cold
And the stars grow old."
~William Shakespeare~

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love

213: 9.1.07, originally uploaded by girlhula.

gets you through even the darkest of days. not that mine are as dark as some. far. far. from it.

the kind word. the unspoken word. the text. the smile. the phonecall. the laughter. the acknowledgement. the tears. the flowers. all lovely. all special.

but i think it's the not treating me any differently that i appreciate the most. taking the mickey. making me get my own coffee. still. still willing to talk. not pretending that it isn't there. but still treating me. like i am me. like i haven't gone away. that's love too. it's like really. strong. medicine. that's good. that's what i need.

so thanks for the love. in all the ways you have given it. it teaches me to love. better. next time you are hurting. i hope.

every cloud.

image: girlhula on flickr