time.
spending it together,
learning from each
other
(sure feels more like me
learning from you);
journeying through this life
adventuring,
filled to bursting because I get to
witness
your light
but sometimes a little voice
whispers,
I didn’t spend enough time
on your shores, no sir.
and the whats I remember
are cloudy;
are fucking crystal
clear
I dream of being
someone-a-mom,
like Andrea*;
where in the moment
we find ourselves
how much closer;
where I meet you at hello, love;
and
where tectonic plates effortlessly
shift into the
wherever.
at your calling
do you believe in a beginning
and an end?
I don’t I can’t.
you see?
3/2/26 L.S.
Happy March to you! I’m currently typing away on my computer, while covered in paint (from painting high school musical sets). It’s late and I’m ready to snoozle. But first, I share this little pendulum ditty. I hope you are safe, healthy, and happy wherever this (time) pendulum finds you. xo
Photo was taken inside la cucina (the kitchen), at Cantine Davoli: a slice of heaven on earth.
*Andrea Swift. Not because I want to be her. But I watched an interview with her once, when she talked about her mother, Marjorie the opera singer, and her daughter, Taylor. The way she shined light and love on them, was truly inspiring.
laurie sliben, writer 