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from my 3rd book, Define Leaving
available on http://www.nicolespinelli.com/books.htm
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(promise me this..)
from my 3rd book, Define Leaving
available on http://www.nicolespinelli.com/books.htm
Come to my very first NYC dance showcase,
"Black Hole, White Rabbit"
Saturday April 12th at 8pm.
Symphony Space.
2537 Broadway New York, NY
Tickets are $19 in advance ($28 at the door) and can be purchased from the theater’s website —> http://www.symphonyspace.org/event/8270/Dance/spacefroot-dance-company-black-hole-white-rabbit
I want to take the time out to share some of Nicole M. Spinelliâs light with yâall â in hopes that it illuminates your heart and mind the way she has done so beautifully with mine⦠ I fell in love with her soul when she actively participated in âOccupying Wall Street,â and not just âtweetingâ &
lovely interview I had with Insomnia’s Labyrinth!
this sunday! DANCE AUDITION for showcase on Broadway. all styles need. 80 Vernon Ave. Brooklyn NY. 2:15pm -- please RSVP to [email protected]!
this sunday! DANCE AUDITION for showcase on Broadway. all styles need. 80 Vernon Ave. Brooklyn NY. 2:15pm -- please RSVP to [email protected]!
My eyes will always light up when I see you. As if you are the flame and I am the candle. As if we are meeting for the first time, every time. I will always be at a loss for words, whether because I am so in awe of what your presence does to me or undoes of me. Or simply that I am lost in that perfect little gap between you teeth that has a smile of its own. I bet no one else has ever noticed that it did, before. I will always notice. I will always notice the way that—with short hair, you feel like you can conquer the world. And you do. But with long hair you become an enchantress and all of your magic is able to shine through, and no one.. not even yourself, can help but get tangled in all the strands of what you are. I will always know what you are feeling before you, because you are always so busy thinking. And forgetting to feel. I know that you will always forget. You will always forget the most important events in my life. And most of my birthdays, and I will always skip yours [because 3 days after you have forgotten mine, I will always still be mad]—minus the ones that we unintentionally spend bumping into each other. But you will always remember the little things that I mentioned in passing—especially the things that I believed you didn’t catch. You will always be the mitt. You will always throw the little things back my way, to let me know that you were listening. Because you know that I will assume you werent. And you will prove me wrong. And I will assume you werent counting the years since the day that our fates shook hands, without ever letting go…. And you will prove me wrong. You will say “7 years.” Nonchalantly like it has been sitting in your mind like a stew, ever warming. ever soaking in your thoughts. Ever coming together. You will always be a dream catcher. You will always absorb my wishes, and you will always catch the coins that slip through my fingers. You will always be the well, that I can bet on making them come true. You will always be the star. You will always shine through your skin, radiating warmth and pure light. You will always be the sun, and my world will always revolve around you. You will always give life without being too forward or too discreet.. you will always look best in white. You will also always look best. No matter the color- and people tend to get that. But white. White is your color. It is so everything—pure. Unfiltered. It is you. And you wear it best. After I see you in white, I will always want to wear you… but never to wear white again. It is yours. I will always be sure of our closeness. That is to say.. I will always be sure that nothing ever touches in this world but that we are unbound by the laws of physics, and seeded in the Mind, which exists above space. I will always be sure that we are 2 extensions of the same force. I will never need an “I love you” to feel secure in loving you. I will always love you in a place that arms cannot quantify and time cannot outrun. I will always know that you are the One. Not the one for me. But the One. The all that exists, under and beyond the sun. I will always know that you are the one I was sent here to be there for, even if you are only one foot in, and more than halfway out. I will always renew this vow to serve my purpose in this life, and nothing and no one else. You will always deserve my love. Even when your ring finger is bound and your heart is tied to a love you found fit, that wasn’t mine. I will always be the first in line to take that leap of fate when you arent around. I will always be the second in line when you are. You will always be slightly more brave when it comes to everything except the handling of my heart. And addressing the length that I have longed for you. I will always long for you. I will always know that when life sings to me, the song is for you. I will also always know that when you sing to me, this life that I lead is for you. These ears to catch your voice, these eyes to sip your spirit, these arms to share your dance.
"wedding vows. minus the wedding, minus the you," by nicole m. spinelli
http://www.nicolespinelli.com/books.htm
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life is simple. the flowers know how to grow, (without going to school or a set of rules to obey) wounds heal— on their own— given enough space/time/… water cleanses itself. our cells know exactly which ones should become skin & which should become lungs. and everything breathes. and life is written in numerical codes. if you look with seeking eyes, It will show its hand. It will reveal its palm.. its plan… it will read itself aloud, In unclouded signs. [& it is never overbooked]. life will sing to you, if you listen close. (Small miraculous things are so quickly overlooked!) and no daisy (was ever so crazy that it) tried to be a rose. it is what it is. life is simple.
"life will sing to you" by nicole m. spinelli
http://www.nicolespinelli.com/books.htm
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