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
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the gate, the latch, the door, the key
I woke up today, still knowing nothing. I felt the sun on my face and sighed. I am tired. My insides are fatigued and my heart hurts. My heart is getting overwrought with trying to heal. My heart is the gate that will not close and latch behind the person leaving. Most times the person… Continue reading the gate, the latch, the door, the key
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…
The sea-saw
You are not immune to these moments. Despite whatever cold you weather, rest assured the light will turn and Spring will come ‘round again. You know this. You know that tiny, ever singing bird perched on each heartbeat crying out for the goodness of belonging. That thing with feathers. You know it’s tune despite the… Continue reading The sea-saw
Whisper back
Go on, take it. It’s yours to carry, no matter the burden. The sorrow is as fleeting as the snow and half as cold. The world reaches her hand out to you and pleads: “Touch palms with me, let me soothe you in beauty. Look how much goodness surrounds you. Look how much you know.”… Continue reading Whisper back
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