She stands on the balcony silhouetted in the light. But first she had to crack the stone to get through. First she had to lose it all. That looks different each time around. And we may not realize it all the time but we lose often. Sometimes the loses are small: a bobby pin, a… Continue reading What light through yonder window breaks?
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Checkpoint
It has been exaclty 3 months since I turned 30. Since then I have: visited an old city in a new way picked sunflowers and wildflowers on a Sunday in August made a peach pie with the radio on awoken early to walk the beach at sunrise in July read a few new books laughed… Continue reading Checkpoint
a love poem
On loving you, I know no other way yet This is boring, I think, loving a person who isn't here. It would be more fun to be together, to be planning. Instead it is just me. So I love me instead of loving you. To give myself something to do in the meantime. Loving me… Continue reading a love poem
Re-finding Twelve
I recently read Susan Branch's novel "Martha's Vineyard, Isle of Dreams" and in it she describes a delicious morning of reading in bed, in the perfect breezy weather, with her cat curled on her legs in her dreamy bedroom. Dealing with major heartache and upheaval; she was coming back to herself in small ways and… Continue reading Re-finding Twelve
Falling in Maine
To combat the loneliness, I walk slowly. When I get to my apartment I know what I will find when I enter; dishes that need washing, my yoga mat half rolled up and the quiet punctured only by the hum of the fridge. I’ve taken to peeking into the windows of the neighboring houses from… Continue reading Falling in Maine
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