september 24, 2001
in your eyes i have found the gray-blue warmth of peace, and in your touch the slow, sweet burn of desire. each morning it becomes harder and harder to unwrap from the quiet of your arms to answer the world's blaring screams..but once i step outside, the echoes are there to overwhelm my senses, overtake my thoughts. but the silence we share speaks in a fuller tone than any voice could, says more in whispers than the bellowing of a thousand could express.
in your eyes i have found the comfort of an old friend and the excitement of a new lover, the calm of silence and the thrill of song..a true blessing that i've been lucky enough to know, and the music none of my days should be without.

september 23, 2001
frank, our beautiful frank..
you were one who made life glisten bright and spin like jazz records under the stars, one who walked through our lives and planted flowers before you left. each of your footsteps seemed to draw color from the earth, shades that still grow deeper, richer, and so intense in the lives of all you have touched. whether beneath the pacific making brassy noise or drinking coffee late at night, i never will forget what kept me here. and even though you're more than a world away, in our minds we keep you here as well, until we too get our tickets to fly.

september 17, 2001
there is a reminder tied to that which holds my most important things, a shiny ribbon to keep memories in place, thread to mend and build the fabric that is life. and as i walk through these days, the cooling air fills my mind with the smells of comfort, the sounds of friends, the soft light of hope. hours pass and our hands clasp more firmly, our ears listen more intently to the people and things we cherish. so much has been lost...it lies scattered and buried in the gravel underneath our feet, never to be found. but in our concern we have found each other, and in each other, we may all find our hearts.

september 11, 2001
i couldn't last ten seconds looking at the television screen, but the picture i saw will stay with me for a lifetime.

september 4, 2001
eloquence is not the use of big words with complex meanings, because the most important things in life are those which words can never fully explain. and wisdom is not making one's mind into a textbook, because the world is not flat like paper. true eloquence can be found in long silences and short words, and real wisdom is but seeing the richness and depth in each moment that passes. some lives have been tragedies not because of the horrible things they have known, but only for the veil of sadness that has dimmed the brilliance of their skies. in our lives we can build castles from the wonderful things we find..the notes in a song, the feeling of sweaters, the warmth of a friend's eyes. or we can put up walls of despair, building ourselves cells, sitting pale in our darkness and cursing the light for its absence. i have been told i see life through the wide eyes of a child. if this is true, i am glad to be so young.