I think you need to love yourself well. I think you need to be ok with being alone for the rest of your life because you are awesome and fun. You create a life of abundance and surround yourself correctly with the right people, places and things. No one will complete you, but you. You… Continue reading a thought…
Tag: homeward bound
simple
“Go home!” I said, again and again “But I don’t know where that is.” I replied. “Well then, just do your best. Try and re-trace your steps. After all, isn’t it just you and I?”
Homeward Bound
I must make home within my own heart, my broken, busted, earthquaked heart full to the brim with memories and hope and earth with the possibility of something new to grow. You have to clear the field before you plant. The death of all the past year, of who I was, has to happen as… Continue reading Homeward Bound
triple threat
I have to keep reminding myself: words mean nothing, but action everything. I don't just mean for other people. For me too. I would like those two things to go hand in hand. I get mixed up in there somewhere. Good intentions, strong words, messy actions. Whats the disconnect there? I need to think about… Continue reading triple threat
Blessed be!
Samhain approaches, the veil thins. The moon beckons me closer to her while the harvest begins to yield bounty. Wheat and corn husks rippling in the breeze, apples and pumpkins; as bright as any Christmas ornament catch my eye as I pass their fields. I love the look of hay bales, mums and gourds. I… Continue reading Blessed be!
Last time with you
I found it funny that we both needed the bed to be made before we left our perch on the hill. That we showered two or three times a day. That you slept on top of the blankets with me underneath them all. We both jumped when the air freshener would puff out that strange… Continue reading Last time with you
My Madeline Moment
I never understood the phrase "Your body is smarter than your brain" until I became an adult. In the past five years alone I have learned that lesson hundreds of times over. How sleep and rest are different. How hunger and loneliness can feel like the same thing and are somehow tied. How joy and… Continue reading My Madeline Moment
These days
Well, I’m not sure these days which way the wind is blowing me. Which way the crow flies. How far it is to safety. I’m not sure these days how to find a way around it all. How to concern myself with the big picture. How to iron out the details. I’m just one foot… Continue reading These days
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