One of my morning rebound songs for you before heading to the Bitcoin Farmers Market--one of my fave things to do in El Salvador! ♡ #GM #Nostr

Surprize poem that popped up after yoga, during rainfall in the dark, save for the red light. So, so, so beautiful—just like you! ♡ G’ night! (Photo of lover and his sister off the beaten path in El Salvador.) ~ ~ ~ Not You are not your age, Nor the size of clothes you wear, You are not a weight, Or the color of your hair. You are not your name, Or the dimples in your cheeks, You are all the books you read, And all the words you speak. You are your croaky morning voice, And the smiles you try to hide, You’re the sweetness in your laughter, And every tear you’ve cried, You’re the songs you sing so loudly, When you know you’re all alone. You’re the places that you’ve been to, And the one that you call home, You’re the things that you believe in, And the people that you love, You’re the photos in your bedroom, And the future you dream of, You’re made of so much beauty, But it seems that you forgot, When you decided that you were defined, By all the things you’re not. by Erin Hanson

So much JOY in this song! From my morning rebounding session: Song from my favorite movie as the ridiculously romantic woo-woo child that I was (ok, still am.) :-D Xanadu! (Can’t be punk-rocking every morning, no?) G’ morning #Nostr ♡

Few words, much meaning. 💜

Taken just a few minutes ago in my zen den. There might have been dramatics the firat time this happened but over time, it's turned into me informing hubby we have another hairy legged intruder, him coming to look at it, saying, "Hey little guy!" to spidey, then saying "He found his way in, he'll find his way out," to me. Then we all carry on with our lives. G' night from El Salvador. 😄🌴

Hypothetically speaking, if your first date with someone lasted for five days, which one of those days would officially be your anniversary? Asking for a friend, of course. 😄 A little over ten years of being with this handsome beast of a Loverman of mine! We dated long-distance between two cities for four months then moved in together. So far, we’ve have lived in three different countries (four, if you count the one we met in, although we were not together there) and been in and out of many different hobbies, philosophies, eating habits, self-health deep-dives, as well as some awful tragedies together. We’re still loving, laughing, kissing and exploring! So curious what life will look like in the next ten years and if it will feel as fun, flirty and effortless as this decade, my lover. Here’s to you my mysterious mister! I still can’t decide who’s luckier—you or me… Ha! 🥰 Photo of our ‘first date’ taken a little over ten years ago. ❤️