The night relaxed… the rest full sleep after the unrest full sleep occupied the morning… the day unfolded as days often do not as planned but as a fabric being weaved with small catches… having to stop… remove… re wind… replay the steps over and over… a two steps up and three steps back sort of day and it felt until the noon hour stroked that time would not allow me to get to the place I needed to be except for a small hour of wonder the morning was some thing of a stuttering set of steps… but the noon did arrive and with it a stroke of freedom to finally get to the place I needed to be and finally to catch up with the chores that I had before me… funny how some times the best of plans are not the ones that unfold… the best of plans are some times the paper table cloths we eat off of while we stroll along the way yearning to get some where else… satisfied we are at times with just being… I know I have gotten lazy this last year… not a bored lazy or a mental lazy more of a puzzled lazy… a lazy attitude about the time I have and what I wish to do with it… for time is to me a use full quantity… and so it goes…

Naked is not the absence of clothes… it is the ability to strip away the pretenses and be one with another body mind and soul…

You truly do not know a person until you share space with them at an intimate level…