The Heart of The Heel, Part II: Recycling Life Thematics

Then, as life will often have it, love entered, and the most crucial pivot of all landed her due north of her dreamed-of destination, in the heart of the heel. And just like that - the house expands. The work of being at home is now a lifelong project that involves the ongoing practice of take-off, landing, longing, and embracing the air space in between that allows for, and demands, a durable infrastructure of love.

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The Heart (and The Tart) of The Heel, Part I: Evoking The Magic of Puglia

While probing the Pugliese playground with her two young, sunlit daughters in tow, Hilaree evokes the magic, the color, and very often, the humor of her adoptive habitat on the Italian Adriatic through her photography and storytelling, and the through the turning of local fruits and fixings into art: @tartoftheheel.

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Oxygen to Embers, Revisited

With what little you offer

I restore years of wandering

Neither are you oxygen nor ember

But your hollow outline, poses my muse

From some desolate shore you keep me tethered

While I work into the night, arranging lightwood and tinder

With the sole purpose of allowing space

To host heat to become fire

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I'm not ready for immersion but the feeling of these damp steps beneath me will become a perennial part of my being. I lift heavy hands to mouth thinking only about breaking suddenly into from veganism to vegetarianism. I taste nothing new. The sensation of being relinquished and forgotten here, deep in the fall, will stay with me for years. 

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I don’t want to kiss you

But the memory of a kiss lights our outline.

We are newborn friends with matching hips

And I feel your ascending exterior as we continue to turn.

Rounding each corner becomes better than the kiss 

It becomes the kiss,

The opening of doors:

One at the cheek

One at the belly

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Speaks Your Name

 About longing for subtleties

(Because every sip of you stirs deep)

 About experiencing dawn in slow motion

(Because knowing you reminds me to note every shift in color and light)

About yielding to the sweetness of beginning

(Because every song now speaks your name)

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