the labor of my love

She slips my bed. Her loins – just pressed against my flank in promise- are now girded for battle. i watch as she gathers her things. Soon, she will gather her people. As she enters the crisp winter air, her mane escapes her coat collar and she is… She is majestic. She is warrior bitch. … Continue reading →

space to breathe in

my baby… my bitch… so many changes in her life and in mine (together and apart) and we keep readjusting. Sometimes this causes me brief concern… other times it is exciting. Change is good. Keeping the balance is my focus: loving and holding without clinging. i love… i am loved… …loosely but with intent Continue reading →