to be courageous is to stay close to the way we are made. 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 underworld. Of the tears and...
We will always have a mistress. Poetry is our religion and the muse is our deity. She owns us. We will submit ourselves to her; beg for her to appear, turn ourselves inside out and go down on our knees to please her. At some point, you will come second to our burning...
“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 in, fast and low. This...
Make no mistake, love; this has been the losing time. The time of grasping tight and trying hard and still, in the end, being forced to let go. Of fingers locked tight and pried stiff from that which you’d hoped to hold for so very long. It’s been the falling down...
‘Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room.” Cheryl Strayed –...