so often i am told

I have been told not to walk barefoot,
As to not get calluses
But I can think of nothing more gratifying than walking
With naked feet
On freshly cut grass,
Or toasted burning pavement.

I have been told to keep my hair up
And out of my face so I can see the world.
But the kalidascope that my bangs make on a windy day
Make the trees and sky glitter and shine

I have been told keep my nails well kempt
And my clothing clean
But I cant play a violin if my nails shine and grow.
And I have never once managed to stay clean
on a long summer run

I have been told many things.
But often I find
That in the end the day
I am happy with my callused feet,
And my tussled hair
And my tattered clothes.
So I will go on
And ignore

What I am so often told.

found

people get lost,
he says to me.
they get lost, and they never come back.
i cannot let you go.
what if you get lost?

and i say,
my darling,
i cannot lose you,
because you are mine.
because the sound of your voice brings me to you.
because the blood in my veins, is the same as the blood in your heart.
because your heartbeat is my homing device.
because you are my little sun each morning.
because you are my love.

news years resolutions

write more
find a recipe for the perfect spaghetti sauce
figure out how to properly use my contacts
run
re-dewey decimal my book shelves
learn to knit more than just scarves
be in a musical
marry david tennant