Give me mornings. Long, slow, sun-dappled mornings. White linen and cotton. Lace patterns on the hardwood. Give me the breeze of early May. Of middle October. Of the eve December. The smell of earth turning. One in birth and one in death. Both are useful in starting over, both feel chilly on the skin. Give… Continue reading A wish
Category: Uprooted
How do you find yourself when you can’t find center?
How do you self-soothe a broken heart?
How do you maintain grounding when the ground is uncertain?
The whirl-a-gig
Yesterday I told Jasmine I felt deeply distracted in my life. I couldn’t elaborate further; I didn’t know how. I can only say this: I feel like I am in a cavern of water. My feet on the ground, the water slowly rising. Around me are walls too slippery and too tall to climb. Above me… Continue reading The whirl-a-gig
Seen and unseen
Featured: The sand stretching north towards the beyond. The ocean crashing against the shore in a symphony of give and take, give and take, give and take. The welcoming sky bluing as the sun heads higher upwards. The sound of the gulls, the soft but rough sand, the salt in the air. My curls dancing… Continue reading Seen and unseen
So I remember…
I write it down so I remember. Here is a letter I wrote last year (July 20th 2018) to a writer I admire and deeply resonate with. I am placing it here, so I know where the words are when I need to read them. "The humid July of Baltimore is good company for me… Continue reading So I remember…
Looking outward
The work week drags but today is my last day. My legs are sore from walking Bella, my back from sitting in one position for too long while she naps. I find myself having to pee and not getting up to do so because I don't want to disrupt the blessed silence that is ever… Continue reading Looking outward
The week’s end
Waking up these days in the cold of the bedroom, the air conditioning on full blast and the fan whirring above us, I am reminded how lovely it is to be cool on the outside and cozy on the inside. My eyes open and all is still for a moment. Even the birds, who sing… Continue reading The week’s end
My guy
While he was watching the sun set, I was watching him. Bella didn’t understand why we were staring.She thought it was boring. I told her: “Sometimes you get really lucky and find a good man. Sometimes you live in a place with nice weather. Today, I have both. So I guess, really, I have it all.” She… Continue reading My guy
Our lady
I sat on the front porch tonight and the light was so bright in my face to the left I felt as though Mary was reaching her arms out to me. Warm and bright, blinding in it's glow. The sun set slowly. John, Bella and I sat on the steps and watched the cars go… Continue reading Our lady
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