When connections are real, they simply never die. They can be buried, or ignored or walked away from, but never broken. If you deeply resonated with … - Victoria Erickson

I wanted to ask you about your vision of perfection in an imperfect world, or what side of the earth calls out to you when you touch a physical globe, or maybe about your greatest heartache and how you still go on as your world continues turning, or what you do with a memory once lodged inside your bones that;s still breathing, and burning. But you're still a stranger, and I'm overly polite, so I'll ask all about your day when I'd rather know about your life.

How to be weightless: Set fire to the clutter. Infuse boundaries. Allow music to linger long after it’s been felt. Soften. Rip old strings. Find sanctuaries. Touch thresholds. Soak in water. Know your rhythms. Read the words. Become the very poem itself.

It begins in the undercurrents where it counts. They want your edges, your realities, your dreams, fascinated and captivated, minds meeting in the center, where separate worlds collide. Magnetic magic only deepening in time. So promise me you’ll take no one who shies from your oceans. Your tides.