I saw something the other day that said “Don’t compare, people don’t post their failures.” And it got me thinking about what failure is. What it means. When I feel like one. What I do to NOT feel like one. And then I thought, ok-so-when did it become so terrible to fail? When did getting… Continue reading Trust
Category: A Hope Chest of Light Keeping
This is my lighthouse journey, my place of bright things.
Delights that make me blush, moments of bliss, holding myself accountable to find the very thing I know I deserve and how to hold it sacred till it’s really here.
A man
Get you a man who says "yes" when you decide to go to Ikea last minute. Or Target. Or Mom's house. Get you man who says "yes" when you ask for his help to hang up twinkle lights instead of curtains. or artwork. Or your coat. Get you a man who says "yes" when you… Continue reading A man
Tomorrow…
We go and pick out your bridal gown. We stand witness to a new form of white. As soft as spring, as strong as spider's web, perhaps with buttons? Maybe with lace or chiffon? Who knows what the details will be. Who knows if I will cry when I see you, in a veil trying… Continue reading Tomorrow…
So soft, the petals unfolding
I hardly heard it coming, this life. These things I am about to embark on. Some of them wished for so hard, I feel as though they drew blood from me. Some of them a surprise so deep I catch myself confused looking in the mirror. Has my whole life been coming to this? What… Continue reading So soft, the petals unfolding
Post Mortem
I do not know what it is like to be dead. I can only imagine it to be like sleep–but longer. And perhaps better. Maybe even more peaceful. But it seems impossible to imagine that. Sleep and death. Brothers that share the same bedroom. I have seen movies where people die, I have read many books and… Continue reading Post Mortem
Soaring
He said I should take a leap of faith. On him, on us, on what could happen. And I stood at the edge, my toes just grazing the air and wanted to step forward trusting that my wings would grow simply by wishing them to be. But I couldn’t leap. And the more I felt… Continue reading Soaring
Ironically
Heaven is a dark and quiet kitchen at midnight and a loaf of brand new raisin bread staring at you. It is a dark and quiet kitchen and the softness of bread and the nearness of the butter. If I open the fridge door and bathe myself in its warm light, I will certainly smother… Continue reading Ironically
O night divine
Dear last Monday in December, Well, friend, it is time to say goodbye again for another year. I want to thank you for all the kindness and joy you showed me over the past few weeks, being with you has gone swiftly and I don't regret a moment of it. It's true I worked 11… Continue reading O night divine
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