Expansive Ideas Guild

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We are star dust, miracles

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There is a full moon

You are close by and not here

under the same moon

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Your hair fell about us dappling the light. In that light I caught glimpses of the intention given away by your eyes. I felt warm despite that you had my shirt about you and my chest and shoulders were bare. Perhaps, I hadn’t yet realized that a spark occurred that now is a flame. I am warmer still.

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Oh Shannon, I feel different. I feel vibrant as the wolf lichen we laid under the other day. I want to howl about how I feel

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Not quietly we added our voices to the forest sounds. Winds in the high canopy didn’t drown our shouts. Birds nearby were no more ecstatic in their conversations. The rain with each peck at our tent reminded us of the preciousness of our time together amongst trees, snow, birds and the blowing wind.

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When I arrive at your house I linger on your porch. As eager as I am to see you I stop there to hold and fully appreciate my anticipation for what comes next. Sometimes you are playing your piano and I can lean on your door quietly listening, imagining myself by your side as you play, or dancing with you to your music. Other times I listen for your footsteps and wonder what last few things hold your attention before I ring. When I ring or knock, the anticipation of seeing you, hugging you, kissing you, is almost too much to hold but that moment is a highlight of my day. My heart races and my mind becomes most focused, energy and joy flood in. Oh, and when you open your door, I see your smile, the light of your eyes and we hug and kiss, I find that place I want to be and be and be.

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You, me and owls.

We sat on our blanket atop the snow and told stories to know each other a bit more. You telling yours and me mine. Back and forth trading and enjoying each other’s voices and the images we created. We talked under a star filled sky painted with eons of stories told and untold. We added our own as we shared. Owls called and called to each other down in the valley to know each other, to make a connection. We listened and marveled and as they called and we listened and we talked more, their story became a part of the start of our story, of our connection. Last night dazzled me like a star-filled winter sky. Thank you Shannon, I will cherish last night.

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In the acrobatics of the damsel flies I see your eyes sparkle. In the gathering of the bees I see your dedication. In the pink petals of the fire weed your playful disregard for propriety. In the storms wind and swirling rain your passion and strength. In the lingering low hanging clouds amongst the tall trees, your warmth and gentleness. And I am thankful to witness these goings on and to hold you in my heart.

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Elephants of Mice

I love you. Doing a little or much together are the same. I wish the elephants with their trumpeting and stomping would quiet to the mice they are so that we may begin sowing.

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I want to be your personal hotspot

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My love is like the ocean. Where it touches you, gentle waves roll, frothy, regular but not monolithic. There is a tenderness, a compassion in its flow that can increase or decrease but not disappear. Even now as friends, we shared and share a chemistry, the salt of two currents mixing to make one.

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Twilight

The night hawks are flying below the rose and peach twilight clouds. Do they know whimsy, do they loop and dive for fun?

Is it a dance they do? Are they dancing together? Of the lone ones, are they missing someone? Perhaps their nightly flights are simply for their dinner as one or another biologist would tell us.

I sit below twilight clouds and while I can’t fly, my thoughts loop and dive through images of you.

I wish for whimsy and the fun I clearly imagine. As my thoughts turn and loop again, I acknowledge that your companionship is food for my soul.

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Evening ride. @poweredbybowen @bowenbart #cycling #roadcycling #bendoregon #pnwonderland #oregon

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Let's dance!

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Joy

I laughed aloud while in half pigeon, just as I did last we were together. After the darkness of losing you, I'm manifesting joy and it's bubbling up unexpectedly. I'm thankful.

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Half an Avocado

My girlfriend gave me half an avocado keeper for my birthday, I should have guessed things would end soon.