Beautiful Sarai

You are a new little person, my sweet little niece, and although you have only been in this big wondrous world for not even a month, you have been born into so much love.

I am still in awe that you are here and that a new relationship is about to bud between you and I.

What will it be like to hold you for the very first time? To connect with you through smiles and giggles and the softest touches? What will it be like to watch you grow from a tiny baby to a walking talking little being with ideas of her very own?

What will we do together you and I? Maybe we will throw your parents out of the house and transform the living room into a giant fort with heaps of blankets and pillows and hide for an afternoon reading adventure stories and sharing secrets...munching on extra chocolate, chocolate chip cookies we made ourselves?
Maybe we will adorn ourselves with colourful flamboyant hats, paint flowers on our fingernails and have distinguished garden tea parties.
We could investigate puddles like mad scientists on rainy days and chase our shadows across open fields on sunny days.
We could discover entire universes inside a tidal pool or a dew drop and marvel at the mystery of it all.

There is so much I want to share with you sweet Sarai.

What will it be like to watch you grow and mature into a beautiful young lady? What passions will bloom out of you? What paths will you take and what adventures will you choose to fill your days and months and years with all that the world waits to give to you?

Whatever you do with this new life of yours, I want you to know that I will always be there for you. I will be someone in your life that you can always turn to , to offer you an ear, a hug (lots of hugs) a laugh or a cry. I will be there to show you just how beautiful your soul is and how colorful your wings are.

I love you so much.

xo your Auntie J

Between Lovers

I've spent some time away with my Love, wandering into vast and rugged spaces and savage oceanscapes. We explored stones and dying seastars, lost ourselves in the kaleidoscopic colors inside mussel shells, and stood over the ocean as the wind stretched clouds across the open sky.

We gazed up tree trunks, 800 years old and were humbled by their beauty, wisdom and silent essence...they are like soft bristle hairbrushes swaying through the clouds, gently untangling the rain droplets as they fall to scent the earth in freshness and renewal.

We watched cottonball snowflakes swirl in windy frenzies as we took silence by the fireside.

We explored tantalizing tastes in cozy Shelters and indulged in the sweetest and richest of chocolate treats.

How quickly I have become so longingly nostalgic of this favourite place of mine with this favourite soul of mine...for our souls mingled with the soul of the landscape, and we will forever be a part of it, as much as it is a part of us.