I am married to a good man. He kisses well and buries his boyish face in my neck with an electric blend of passion and gentle loving, adoring my body and my heart and the love I have for him. The love I have for him, a full happiness and fascination with who he is and that we are together, that we are one—a fusion of flesh and soul, of physical being and spiritual purpose. He is terribly handsome, skin loved by the sun and eyes that have absorbed the sea—green, blue, grey, strong and soft. Dusty freckles, eyelashes casting shadows on salty cheeks, he is kind and full of laughter, loving the world and my part in it.

a few weeks ago, a small cat wandered into our apartment. i welcomed the company and we enjoyed the afternoon, taking photos and sinking into the couch together. 

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my education in cultural anthropology has equipped me with the important ability to observe deeply. so much comes from a willingness to absorb details, to experience being as both an insider and outsider--to feel a moment, to consume it physically, emotionally, spiritually--yet simultaneously allow yourself to transcend the closeness of it all, to look on, to be a stranger to your own intimate existence. through the distance, the foreignness, the plain and seemingly obvious texture of life becomes rich and rewarding. 

frying tofu together in the heat of our small apartment. i made a peanut sauce and we enjoyed the taste of something new, something from our hands, from our stove. 

friends at the 'well africa' event on campus several weeks ago. full of light and goodness.