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… Continue reading An Ode
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… Continue reading Think of the happiest things/ It’s the same as having wings.
The room, blue leaning towards green.The light, edging out of gray towards white. The curtains, patterned with flowers and the shades open to the thin tree trunks outside.The blue blanket covering your legs. The green one covering your foot. Your robe, edged in white around your neck. The contrast of your dark beard.The glow of… Continue reading What I hear, what I see:
I received some exciting news. I read it in my email, slightly tipsy off of one glass of wine while the sun was setting behind the gas station that we were stopped in. I read it, then read it aloud to Mom, then read it aloud to Dad. Life it seems moves in strange and… Continue reading News
He said I should take a leap of faith. On him, on us, on what could happen. And I stood at the edge, my toes just grazing the air and wanted to step forward trusting that my wings would grow simply by wishing them to be. But I couldn’t leap. And the more I felt… Continue reading Soaring
Today is Sunday, day of rest. For me: I slept in and lounged around my bed far longer than normal. I am always grateful for mornings like that. They feel difficult to find these days. These days being days full of work and working out and FaceTime calls to a boyfriend who is still states… Continue reading Copy and Paste
The sun rises. I look for little kindnesses. I search for signs on the wind. I wait and watch the clouds part. It’s chilly but bright. There is hope there. I hang on a little longer. I wait and watch some more. My fingertips slip on my sadness. I let go and fall a bit.… Continue reading not a bad way to start
Heaven is a dark and quiet kitchen at midnight and a loaf of brand new raisin bread staring at you. It is a dark and quiet kitchen and the softness of bread and the nearness of the butter. If I open the fridge door and bathe myself in its warm light, I will certainly smother… Continue reading Ironically