Adjustment

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 everything […]

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An Ode

My eyes are drawn to the rebirth in the season.As the trees bloom, I am preparing my sister for a bride.I am open to the sweetness that comes from forgiveness of ones self; which now I know is cylindrical. How hard work feels so good in the body at the end of the day. I did not […]

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Spring

My eyes are drawn to the rebirth in the season.As the trees bloom, I am preparing my sister for a bride.I am open to the sweetness that comes from forgiveness of ones self; which now I know is cylindrical. How hard work feels so good in the body at the end of the day. I did not […]

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Simplify

True to it’s name the day was full of sunshine. Life, and all its complications and aggravations are no match for the nice weather. I feel stressed and overwhelmed but the window is open and the evening coming on slowly. I can watch it approaching, the sun casting it’s last glow on the large building […]

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Think of the happiest things/ It’s the same as having wings.

I balance where I was a year ago against today. Who I was a year ago against the person in the mirror this morning. What is the same? What is different? What did I see coming? What is so surprising it’s hard to even know how I got here? What am I grateful for? What […]

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And the day after tomorrow; Spring

I am writing this from the couch. On my body, a sweatshirt and sweatpants, socks with peppermints on them and a heated blanket thrown across my lap. It’s chilly. This weekend was charming, bright sunshine and warm breezes across the days. I opened every curtain at John’s to let the brightness sink into the rooms. […]

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Questions to myself for Spring:

The light is changing, why can’t you?Why can’t you let warmth touch the places that have been cool and dark through the winter?Why can’t you trace your own dust lines on the furniture without feeling guilty? How can that guilt live in the sunlight? Doesn’t it just shrivel when you bring it out and fully see […]

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Thoughts on my Great-Grandmother

Francis Olivia was her name. A middle name I also share. She loved red and hated mayo. She was 6 when the Titanic sank. Her father a Maryland ferryboat captain who would take people to and fro across the Chesapeake Bay before the bridge was built (he said it would never happen, it did). The […]

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