A different way of saying “i love you.

i hope my feet always find yours under the covers.

Go easy

Take it easy on yourself

you’re unbecoming someone

you have been your whole life.

Take it easy on yourself

you’re becoming someone

you haven’t been your whole life.

Take it easy on yourself

both of these take time

and you have your whole life.

Do not spend too long mourning who you were,

embrace who you're becoming.

Change takes time so be kind,

Your whole life waits for you to unwind.

Old patterns break while my heart takes flight,

unsure and scared yet eager for the light.

Growth can be tender, sometimes bold,

either way it’s the story of my life yet untold.

The person I was begins to fade,

A new self emerges only partly unafraid.

With every brave step the gentle shift in the universe.

My spirit sings a new verse and finds a brand new lift.

Keep telling yourself that

it's okay to change,

it’s okay to grow.

i can’t wait to see,

the endless person i can be.

To my new friend. The One-Legged Pigeon whom I had the privilege of meeting at the Subway station

i met a pigeon on the platform, hopping on one leg,

waiting for the 5:00 train, a sight to make you smile.

Feathers ruffled, beak held high, a real city bird,

balancing on the edge of life, undeterred, unheard.

"Hey there, friend," i said with a grin, "i saw you the other day, what brings you here again today?"

He cocked his head and gave me a coo, as if he had to say:

"In this world of busy and bustling feet, I find my strength in the hop, for life is but a waiting game and Never!! Do I Stop."

He pecked at some crumbs just under the chair(almost like the station pays some sort of fare) and puffed his chest with pride,

a warrior of the urban sprawl, with nowhere left to hide.

"You see," he cooed, "this missing leg, it keeps me on my toes, reminds me that in every loss, a hidden strength just grows."

And as trains rushed by and people stared, he didn't much seem to care,

he said “for in one-legged wisdom, I found solace everywhere. I wait for nothing and yet I live, in every moment's beat, for life’s a subway ride my friend, with stops and empty seats."

i watched him dance around almost with courage in his stride,

a lesson in his simple grace, i couldn't help but bide.

For in that subway's clamor, among the grime and haste,

i saw the truth in pigeon form, that life is not a race.

We parted our ways that pigeon and i,

on separate trains we may go.

But i know in my heart, his little hopping tune continues to play on repeat like your favorite show.

If you find yourself hopping, on one cute little leg, (please, please don’t stop)

i hope you find the strength to hop on, with hope in every hop.