In Our Bones

part one

This is what a body feels like. 

You can’t stop moving. First, a shaking leg, then pacing, then more time at the gym, then adding 3 extra miles to your run. Then twirling, dancing alone in your room. You can’t stop moving. You are so tired. You can’t stop smiling. 

This is what a home feels like. 

Are you restless or are you just looking for a home that finally feels like resting?

This is what love feels like. 

Peeling a clementine. Wordlessly passing a slice, wordlessly taking it, and when your fingers touch, they’re a little sticky from the fruit. You share the clementine, piece by piece. 

Each feeling turns our body into a garden, a poem, a repetition of wants and needs and wants and needs. Each feeling keeps us running toward the next one. 

So, we drown in the goodness of them. We float in the agony. 

Each feeling remembered in our bones.