Taking Baby Steps.

Together, we are alone.

I am smiling.  My eyes close for just a moment and your face plays like a motion picture on the backs of eyelids.  I breathe in and concentrate.  I am smiling in a way that feels like the first time – a way in which my muscles are not yet familiar with – a way that moves beyond the surface.  I am smiling wider now.  I focus on the origin – starting at the corners where my lips meet, it moves like rapid fire.  My chest is smiling – my heart, is smiling.  My being, is smiling. Words completely escape me.  I feel more whole than I have ever felt in my life – the type of untouchable & utterly full capacity one cannot achieve on one’s own.  Words continue to escape me as I lay here, waiting to wake up and fall back into reality.  Maybe this is my new reality?  Maybe every push that took me to every remarkable high or tug that brought me to an inexhaustible low was meant to get me to here – this moment – this state.  I am smiling.  My lids shut for a momentary blink, and like that, though you are not near, I see your smile as I wrap my arms around your neck.  I feel your heart beating into my chest as you bring me close – almost like together, we are alone – like I am alone.  And it is ever so simple.  You redefine being alone and in doing so, detach it from its previously conceived other half – loneliness.  I imagine being in my childhood home – I am sitting on our deck with the breeze kissing my cheeks – sun warming my skin, birds singing with loved ones in a room nearby, but I am alone.  It is nothing short of what I remember though which makes my heart warm deep within my chest – sitting there, && just as I am right now, I was smiling.

Lauren Hughes//9.01.11

"Time has a voice in the lives we lead. It speeds up constantly leaving us days where we ask “where did the year go?”. It slows, mimicking at times, the context of our lives. It brings new beings and creation, and it takes some in its grip as it comes and goes. But one thing I don’t believe we give time credit for is it’s ability to adapt. The way it accommodates a first kiss and slows it just enough for you to remember it with perfect precision and passion. It’s appetite for playfulness…how even when it passes, we still years later note the good times, over the bad. For love, it stops dead in its tracks and gives us those moments where we can get lost in a day; in that person… and not once, glance at a clock or note where the sun is in the sky. They say that timing is everything, but I think more appropriately… time is everything we allow it to be. It is how we choose to use it, or very much so, how some choose to waste it. It bends to us fitting our needs, but only as long as we reach toward it. So today, take some time… breathe deeply as a passing breeze moves around your body, and know that time is working on your side, if you’ll allow it to."

Lauren Hughes 8.8.11

Do You Hear That Love? They’re Playing Our Song.

Take my hand, I’ll teach you to dance.
I’ll spin you around, won’t let you fall down.
Would you let me lead, you can step on my feet.
Give it a try, it’ll be alright.

The room’s hush, hush,
And now’s our moment.
Take it in feel it all and hold it.
Eyes on you, eyes on me.
We’re doing this right.

Cause lovers dance when they’re feeling in love.
Spotlight shinning, it’s all about us.
It’s oh, oh, all, 
About uh, uh, us.
And every heart in the room will melt,
This is a feeling I’ve never felt but,
It’s oh, oh, all about us.

Suddenly, I’m feeling brave.
Don’t know what’s got into me,
Why I feel this way.
Can we dance, real slow?
Can I hold you, real close?

The room’s hush, hush,
And now’s our moment.
Take it in feel it all and hold it.
Eyes on you, eyes on me.
We’re doing this right.

-He Is We. All About Us.-

Daddies Laugh. 06.30.11.

The wind is kissing my cheek tonight and with that, I know.  I see your elegant grace moving with the breeze — the way you — without the two feet we all claim we need to dance, the arms we need to build, and lungs we need to breathe, manage to comfort me – comfort my heart that beats, long-ing for you.  Cry-ing for you.  The sun is warming my back today and with that, I know.  You smile and as such, it transfers to my lonely face — to me — through me, through the harsh earth, altering every foot that touches it.  You’ve always had way of doing that — a way of loving; of living; of living even when He didn’t have life for you to live.  You flow through me, through us, through them – them being those we inspire – you inspire me.  And like that you have passed on the most simply beautiful thing life has to offer – Love.  You tilt your head back and let out the kind of laugh that makes the storybooks for years to come – the one Joy fell in love with – despite its quirky composition – and with that, I know.  Love doesn’t need life to survive, just heart – passion – faith.  That last bit is most important.  You must have faith that love isn’t taken by time, only lack of heart.

"We don’t know how far we’ve climbed until we look down. I see where old roots have uplifted from worn out soil and I can see where the trunk of the tree has been carved into over the years. But baby, I’d do it all again to even just meet you."

Lauren Hughes 5.22.11

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