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Okay. So it might one day happen that you’re rushing through the grocery store on a school night, somewhere on your hastily scratched list between fire-roasted tomatoes and PB&J fixins’, just rolling the cart and contemplating life and what kind of cereal to buy. And by you, of course, I …
This is me raw. No makeup, no attempt to pretty up. Just me, bare and real in the morning light. Sometimes I need to show up like this, to remember that I can. And today I’m not going to carefully craft a post, any more than I wanted to put …
“Are you okay, beauty?” “Not so much, but it’s really something I should not discuss because it should never have been in the first place. I’m sure karma and her friends are raining down upon my head. I deserve to battle alone…” No. That is a lie. A lie that …
this is an ode to the broken-hearted. for those early days when the ground is unsteady and you are still measuring your worth by their absence instead of the staggering truth of your own presence. this is a poem to hold you until you are steady enough to hold yourself. …
one day, in the midst of your normal ordinary everything you will come across a poem and something about it will speak truth to your bones —you’ll know this poem by the chill that rises along your arms travels down your spine the one that pulses truth the one that …
[x_pullquote cite=”david whyte” type=”right”]to be courageous is to stay close to the way we are made.[/x_pullquote] This past week – hell, this past month – it has been intense. Everyone I’ve talked to says the same. Of the deep sadness and the storm of anger and the descent to the …
You are here. You are here. Even though everything smells like love and loss and burning. Start with this. You are here and it hurts. It hurts because of all you’ve lost. Your heart is a 3am siren, driving through that sucker punch bruise of a night sky. Never a …
Here I sit. In my coffee shop. The one with the rough brick walls and the shadowed light and the rooms that I weave through as if I was at home. Here, I am at home. I am always and never at home. The rain is coming down outside. Hammering …
It is all going to crash down you know everything brick by brick glass shattered foundations crumbled there is no way to save this. there is no way to save this. the ending was written long before you ever heard the tentative starting notes no last ditch efforts no swan …
{Click to listen while you read – because words and experience and music are all parts of the same whole. This Is The Way Of Things – Spotify Soundtrack } ~~~~~~~ You wake up. The sky is blue. The children laugh. You forget to clear the breakfast dishes and the honey …
“The only thing more unthinkable than leaving was staying; the only thing more impossible than staying was leaving.” ― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love Ah love, I’ve been looking for you. I thought I’d find you here. Open your weary eyes and look at me. This is the holding-on space. I …
He called me Dogface. No, really. He did. It was a term of endearment, I promise. A long-standing joke that wound through the years, connecting my grandfather and I. “Get me some more tea,” he demanded one otherwise unremarkable summer day. “How do you ask?” I replied, teasingly. “Get me …
“I don’t think I will ever recover. It still hurts. Please tell me it gets better. Tell me I will get over her.” Oh, sweet girl. Come here and sit with me for a minute. Right here, this chair has room for two. Rest your head. Let me wrap you …