look for the learning.

working on my dissertation perched on the windowsill in montmartre, listening to Bowerbirds, makes something that should be terrifying much too lovely. dear art & human rights, what a tremendous team you make <3 what wonderous change we can see through you. so much gratefulness to a Papa who calls and leads us to see such things...some so terrible and some so beautiful. but all real, and with us together, in this world.

a little morsel of chicago.

my dear rebes sent me this (i edited a tid bit) to hold me over until i get my hands on those chicago prints...you only get a little glimpse of her profile and she's still breathtaking. geesh. that's my rebes.

oh, chicago.

chicago....

you & i used to be at odds. i resented you for stealing her...the girl my heart swells up in thankfulness for. i thought you took her from me. but i watched her & what she became in your care. i watched how she grew & how she began to discover her own beauty...the beauty she was created for. & i grew thankful to you. i grew thankful that you guarded her but freed her at the same time to help her discover that her beauty was inspired by Love.

so thank you, dear chicago.

i can't wait to roam your streets with her. i can't wait to see how you captured her heart. i'm coming to you with my eyes, ears & heart flung open to discover your adventure. my skin tickles with the anticipation of what your grass will feel like as i lay on it, listening to her voice trace the many stories of you & her. i'll listen with gratefulness and take careful note, eager to share them when i return to my own love, diego.

i'm coming for you, chicago. meet soon.