25 June, 2012
it is my instinct to throw off my clothes and jump in. i have to. there is something deeply elemental in me that cannot resist. i have to allow the rocks to leave imprints on my knees and fingertips, while a stray twig holds my hair back so i can see. i have to build the fire, set the table, create home.
he knows all this. he steps back and allows; and hangs the hammock for me while i do what i must.
and, together, we remember how to be on our own, in the most simple of needs, with the newest of our longtime love.
back of every creation, supporting it like an arch, is faith.
photos: big sur, ca. mostly 5d MkII, with a splash of iphone.