I cannot say what to do for sure, but when joy in any form comes, welcome it. The pink on the tree, the laughter of your brother, the afternoon bath, the Billie Holiday song that is most needed, clean hair, clean sheets, having someone (somewhere) who makes you giggle while trying to be as quiet… Continue reading Welcome it
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?
Hopeful with grace
I was never an incredibly strong ballerina, but I loved it. It was the moments in my life when I felt strong as well as delicate, a perfect balance of athleticism and art, masculine and feminine. It has always been just want I needed no matter where I was during my day. I do notice… Continue reading Hopeful with grace
Old joy, still joy; an ode
Dear Shabby-Chic-bedspread-that-I-love, I must first say thank you. There, that is a good way to start this. Thank you. This is a love letter. And love letters should always start with gratitude. Thank you for being the perfect shade of green. A green not to minty and not too leafy but somewhere in the middle.… Continue reading Old joy, still joy; an ode
iron-jaw
I've been thinking a lot lately about endurance. What it means, how to get it, when you know you have it. Perhaps, also, when you know you don't. The definition is simple: "the power of enduring an unpleasant or difficult process or situation without giving way. See also; forbearance, tolerance, sufference and patience." Though the… Continue reading iron-jaw
Comfort and Joy
They say “comparison is the thief of joy.” They say “Take your time.” They say “What’s next?” They say “I am so happy to see you. I am so sorry. I am here if you need me.” They say “the heart finds a way.” They say that too. I am here, which is to say;… Continue reading Comfort and Joy
The train to and fro
Today, this morning, I saw a man on the train who clearly had snapped. He looked like a dad you would find at soccer practice, you know the kind I mean. The one who wear jeans with his polo tucked in and that brown braided belt everyone had in the 90s. He claps and hollers… Continue reading The train to and fro
Truly we live with mysteries…
Today, after a long day in a series of very long days, in a series of very, very long months; I sat on my couch and watched the snow float through the March sky. It hardly was there at all, just tiny icy flicks of light; I doubt it touched the ground honestly. But from… Continue reading Truly we live with mysteries…
a-loneliness
I took a walk by myself this evening. I walked up and down the streets of my neighborhood trying to catch eyes with strangers, a little bold I will admit, but no one wanted to connect. I thought about taking myself to the movies but then I realized I wouldn't have anyone to talk to;… Continue reading a-loneliness
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