Below you'll find a list of all posts that have been categorized as “Love Letters + Tender Wisdom”
We humans, we are needy as fuck. It’s how we’re made. But somewhere along the way, we buy into the idea that we shouldn’t need so much. Shouldn’t want so hard. Put on the armor.Place another brick on the wall.Practice your poker face.Never let ’em see you sweat. You’ve probably …
“All day long I expendI hold together, I lift up, I give outI pour life for the food supply, irrigate crops in my mouthIt is a rare occasion where I just take in.” Lauren Zuniga, Submissive. Dear Human You are allowed to receive. No. You don’t have to have a …
This is a shout out to my fellow single parents out there… This shit is hard. I want to write something eloquent and heartfelt with a side of gentle humor. But I can’t really muster that right now. And also, I’m thinking that instead of waiting for me to collect all …
Hey you, If you’re alone tonight and you don’t want to be —come join me in the togetherness we can always find when we stare up at the wisdom of the same bright moon. You whisper her your secrets, and I will whisper her mine, and she’ll hold them both …
This is my first morning without the kids this week, and predictably, I woke from my internal 6am alarm clock. But today I allowed myself the sweet grace of a little more sleep, still smiling the smile I went to bed with last night after a much needed evening with …
I set the alarm last night thinking I probably wouldn’t to it. Up too late writing wild. Too tired. I don’t usually follow through. The alarm was a half-assed thought, really. Another way, maybe, to feel badly about myself for not doing what I say I will do. But when …
This was the week of the whole and the holy. The week of wine in mason jars and the tears that hit so hard I became salt water for a while and as the night grew deeper I pulled a chair into the kitchen to reach high on tip toes …
{Listen to the music that inspired this post while you read} “If I needed you. Would you come to me? Would you come to me for to ease my pain? If you needed me, I would come to you. I would swim the sea for to ease your pain.” ~If I …
Dear you. I see you, turning on the shower and standing under the hot spray, hoping that waterfall of sound is enough to muffle the signs of your tears from the children outside. I see you, holding up the weight of the world and trying so very hard and knowing, …
Dear love, It can be said that we are built by many things. Biology and lineage. Grit and moonlight and ocean stone. By fire and water and air. By the lessons of the grandmothers and the pounding of blood through veins and the very first break. The way it felt …
{some stories write themselves. in a rush, fingers and thoughts and words tumbling over one another almost faster than you can capture. some stories are stubborn, held tight, refusing to come to light no matter how hard you push. still others come easy, like water flows, but only if you respect …
“When my heart feels so much, I need you to help it. You are the one who knows hearts. “ “I don’t know that I know hearts. I just believe in them. “ We are on the freeway, spinning toward home under a wide-open moon. A plane is coming …
You, lover, are so very beautiful. I know you don’t think so. I know you stand each morning, lift your face to the mirror and wage silent war on the skin and bones that hold you in this life. I know you do because I do too. But you are …
Dear you. I know you. I know you wear your heart on your sleeve. I know that heart is pieced together from soft driftwood and tattered suitcases and old skeleton keys and the shards of pottery you’ve tucked in your pockets from all the things you’ve seen break along your …
{for Monique and her beloved James, on the day of their wedding} [soundcloud url=”https://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/128517229″ params=”color=ff6600&auto_play=false&show_artwork=true” width=”100%” height=”166″ iframe=”true” /] It is no secret That this heart of mine Has broken Enough times That I’ve made A serious investment In a variety Of materials That promise to patch Things up For …
We don’t, not any of us, get to this point clean. We’re all dirty and ragged. Rough edges and sharp corners. Fault lines and demolition zones. We’ve got tear gas riot squads aiming straight for the protest lines of our weary souls. Landmines in our chests that we trip over …
“There are dark days ahead.” Yes. The darkest. You will not be able to light enough candles to push away the encroaching of this night. The dark has its own heavy weight. There is a night sky obscured by impenetrable clouds. The stars are as impossible to imagine as if …
The seizures were threatening to kill him, her only son. There was no choice. When he was in the hospital – having his skull opened to remove the tumor and during the long recovery that followed- she wore her wonder woman panties every day. Until they were as frayed …
{this is for you. for all of the women who come to me, defining their worth by their actions at the weakest moments. the ones I have wronged and the ones i once believed had wronged me. for all of us, in the midst of creation and destruction, in our …
The mind says ‘mistake. regret. punishment’. The heart speaks ‘long. ache. grieve’ The body pulses ‘want. want. want’ Yoga answers ‘you are nothing but your breath. exhale’ The legs scream ‘go. run. escape’ The ceiling fan whispers ‘you are still here. be present’ The critic declares ‘not enough. do more’ …
{Today I went looking for a finished post that would work for Valentine’s day. I thought I’d find a love poem, or a post written to women on the hard side of heartbreak. Instead I found this. Written ages and ages ago, and just waiting for a day like today. …
“There is no right thing, you know. And no wrong thing, either. There is just the thing that you do. And so you do it. You close your eyes and leap and you try to do it the best you can. And given how fucked up and crazy and brilliant …
they say you are soft? so be soft. you have nothing to prove. nothing to gain from a forced toughening of your wild soul. be soft because you can because you are because you know that it is life that has softened you that has taught you that hard is …
The first time I knew that I missed her, I didn’t even really know her. I just knew that the ache inside me could be called by only one name. Missing. Feeling the loss of something I had not yet had; this was foreign. It is uncharted territory to call familiar one who has never …
Trust in your unknowing, love. Have faith in the space of indecision. There is wisdom here, just as there is when you are bold and steady and sure. Take your time here. Be gentle. Coax out your truth, and be willing to wait for the answer to come. It will. …
