“Patience asks of us to embrace and accept our sensuality, at times she is soft, subtle and so very fertile with infinite portals to walk through. Simultaneously, she pushes us out and gives birth to us, sometimes despite our own will, and demands of us to show up when it is our time.”

“The pages, open and breathing, flutter in the wind, and memories of him wave hello from my desk.

No new movements today, yet no old ones either. I sit. I wave back. I write nothing.”