You can know me or you can know your version of me.

I come harsh, serious and abrasive.
I come insightful, tender and curious.

I can give you what I am but I cannot pretend to be what you want.
I harbor dark corners but I offer a light filled soul.

I don't like sarcasm, play fighting, or digs.

I do like listening.

I will give you the best of me.

I will not waste my time with facades.

In my most reduced form, I am organic, relaxed and easy.



J. Tackett
(Let's be honest...thanks Amanda)

I have run aground.
Despite my dedication to positive thinking, it goes no further than silent words in my closed mouth. My tongue caresses the letters without committing.

I have run aground.
My stomach grows heavy with the search for satisfaction.  It's uncomfortable and panic inducing.  Out of my control like a long, slow slide.

I have run aground.
My face is showing signs of disappointment and disapproval. 
By sheer force of will I lift the corners of my mouth and smile at my children so they do not worry.

I have run aground.
Exhaustion pulls at me and I do not fight it.
I'm encouraged by its strength and sureness.
I realize now that it has always been calling me back.

With each second
A gentle pull
overflowing
A tickle down my side
Aquamarine day dreams
Bright paper lanterns
Warm breath 
Tiny snores
Silky hair like sunshine on my cheek

Something old

My mind
My thoughts
My feelings
My ideas

Every conscious and unconscious choice I make has been done before.
Someone has agonized or celebrated every move.

Consequences feel universal but isolating in the same instant.

I dig deep to find happiness in all of this struggle.