Love Me Enough

Love me enough to step out of your cage

Let the wild you meet me 
without bars between us

The door is open, step out, shed your tame self, let the wild you free

Move boldly to me, take the treats I offer from my hands, lick the leftover juices from my fingers

Walk in the sunlight with me, feel the warmth against your skin, our skin

Come with me to the water, feel the cool silk of wet against your skin, our skin

You stop to look over your shoulder, the cage door is open

You shrink away, I feel you leave, I let you go

You slowly turn back, close the door, and pace in your cage 

I stand in the sunlight with it's warmth on my skin, 
only my skin; 
I feel the cool water lapping against me, 
only me.

 

 

 

Waiting

 

 

Waiting

 

I wait to hear from you. 

Like heavy humidity in the air, 

the silence - unbroken by the sound of your voice - has a visible thickness.

 

I breathe. I wait.

Make Every Day a Special Occasion

A change in my living arrangements required the division of household goods. The "good" everyday flatware was given up and I got the lesser 'make-do' flatware.

Using the less than lovely utensils was a daily reminder of settling, making do with something I had accepted for necessity but not for it's beauty.

In talking to a friend about the flatware I was reminded of my grandmother's silver. Beautiful in look and feel, grandmother's silver was carefully packed away in the basement, being saved for special occasions.

Grandmother's silver

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Why do we save the best for other people? For special occasions? Why don't we treat ourselves as our own special guests?

I promptly donated the unloved stainless steel flatware, someone else will make good use of it. I unpacked grandmother's silver and use it everyday.

Every single time I pick up one of grandmother's silver pieces, a fork, a knife, a spoon, I am grateful to have something so beautiful to use. It is a true pleasure to have my every day be a special occasion, even if I'm the only one at the table.

What can you do to treat yourself as a special guest in your own life?


Photography & prose by Terry Rowe. Your visit & comments are appreciated.