I believe in words. I believe in those times when you are forced to talk and also those times when you should be silent. I believe in their restorative power as well as how well they destroy. I believe in words. I believe in “the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.” I believe in comparisons to summer days. I believe in the road less traveled. I believe in the stolen plums from the ice box and the white chickens. I believe in voltas. And speaking of change, I believe that “thee” and “thy” have morphed into “you” and “your.” I know and believe that slang has become modern and then outdated as culture moves on.

I believe…

I believe in light. I believe that it dispels the dark and the dark is afraid of it. I believe that when the sun creeps into your bedroom in the morning, it is saying good morning and get up because I want to see what you are going to do today. I believe that electricity can be expensive, but brightens your day. I believe in light. I believe that light bathes you. I believe that it can take your breath away. I believe in the yellow light and I believe in the pink. I believe in the hazy light at dusk and the brightness of midday.

I believe…

I believe in breathing. I believe that it is vital, but somehow unnoticeable.  I believe in friendship. I believe it brings a voice to the heart and wings to the soul. I believe in family. I believe in water. I believe in peace. I believe in the sky. I believe in words, light, breathing…