I dedicate this post to all my lovely friends in Charlotte. When we moved here four years ago, I was naïve enough to think my heart was full with strong friendships… I did not need any more. You guys have woven your way into my heart. Truly grateful for your presence in my life.
Happy Thanksgiving all…..

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I imagine this world, ours,
a golden globe of bliss,
classy, opulent,
perfect.
No tears of sorrow flow
no wounds of heartache fester,
no bullets of hatred stream
no shrapnel of deceit remains.
no sadness…
Maybe this is what Heaven feels like?
Heaven just replaced Northern lights
on the bucket list, of
places I wish to see.
I pick up the knife.
In that dark moment
I hear a whisper
“Would you know joy if there was no grief?”
I would not.
Only an imperfection can give birth
to the idea of perfection.
In lack, do we value abundance
Only in the angst of loneliness
do I appreciate the laughter of company?
In moments of pain I am vulnerable.
It is in that vulnerability
I value the beauty of my lover’s touch,
my friend’s words,
a stranger’s smile,
my child’s hug.
a pet’s nuzzle.
In the barren winter land
I value the summer when
rose bushes are in bloom.
In the blaze of the summer heat
I find comfort in the nip
of winter air.
Just like one would appreciate
an oasis only in the desert.
In fleeting times of pain
countless blessing do I find.
Blessings that matter to the heart,
that are otherwise dim specks
overshadowed by the sheen of opulence.
My Heaven is right here.
I pick up the knife
to cut a slice of the apple
crisp, succulent.

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