waking moments

my bedside table. not a table really. it's a stack of sewing boxes on top of a low chest. sometimes a bit dusty. not cluttered. just holds the essentials.


a lamp. the book of the moment. a picture of me and my mom. and a little heart-shaped rock.



things that make me smile. keep me focused. fill me up.

everyday.

but, somehow, especially on this day of love.

'what I need to live has been given to me by the earth. why I need to live has been given to me by you.'