Rory Salvatore Moore

Little Rory,
I have never loved someone I had not met before. Our eyes have not met yet, I haven't seen your tiny nose or felt your tiny fingers grasp mine yet. But I feel your heartbeat everyday, your little kicks and flutters, you wiggle and are very active.
Daddy and I love you more than words could ever explain and everything is falling into place.
I love you so much baby boy!

Taurus

Dark clouds of worry traveled up Buddah's tummy, rummaging through his ribs to stir up his heart before they flew from his lips. Fear Nothing. Like a graceful explosion.
Transcend, the Matriarch showed me the sun. Bodies of water full of beautiful birthing mothers with gentle hands. We float like the frequencies in the air, there is no coincidence. This is all a structured plan.
She sat on the dock and fed the koi neon colored insects that later grew into her own children.
The Sun sets on the Taurus Full Moon.

-Saree McClaran
Nov '11

We saw you today for the very first time.

I'm in love.

I have walked far and beyond alone carrying makeshift weapons to protect me from all I've come encounter with.
But it's just a sound that can bring me to my knees, the the strongest of swords taking one swift hit to my ribs.
I carry my body with the weight of the world.
Don't touch me when I collapse because one wrong move and the galaxy can be sucked in through the transcending abyss that opens in our hearts.
Such beauty in the parallel movement. The fluidity in watching our past die.
The mystery of what's to come, will you still see me eye to eye as I bleed out my life force in the most magnificent dance of constellations we've ever bared witness to?

Dream: Grandma cab daughter

George and I get a cab to my grandmothers house, for some reason we live there with her.
He doesn't want to pay the cab driver and I'm upset at him about it, I walk into my grandma's and up the stairs to where my bedroom used to be, the whole upstairs is backwards, and my room has a door (in waking life it has never had a door) I open the door and it's my "daughter's" room, I have two other children in this dream, but this little girl, about 5 looks like my grandma, dark curly hair, huge green eyes, and she has french features, like her high cheekbones and small mouth.
She keeps talking about silly stuff and giggling and showing me stuff in her room excitedly.

I hear my mom talking and I miss her so much, so I run downstairs, it's christmas, three children are downstairs opening gifts, my brother is still young, and I can't find my mom....

I wake up feeling really sad.