Give me mornings. Long, slow, sun-dappled mornings. White linen and cotton. Lace patterns on the hardwood. Give me the breeze of early May. Of middle October. Of the eve December. The smell of earth turning. One in birth and one in death. Both are useful in starting over, both feel chilly on the skin. Give… Continue reading A wish
Tag: lonliness
Sunday Supper
Yesterday we took the long, beautiful drive to Nini and Ray's for a late lunch/ early dinner. I've never been to that part of Pennsylvania, gloriously american and small-community based. Nini has a garden that would make anyone jealous. The flowers and plants were in full bloom, the shade from a great big tree casting… Continue reading Sunday Supper
The whirl-a-gig
Yesterday I told Jasmine I felt deeply distracted in my life. I couldn’t elaborate further; I didn’t know how. I can only say this: I feel like I am in a cavern of water. My feet on the ground, the water slowly rising. Around me are walls too slippery and too tall to climb. Above me… Continue reading The whirl-a-gig
Woodland
Once, someone said they loved me the way they loved the woods. They said the woods were wild and so was I. How the woods were always there for them, and so was I. How the woods waited and watched for them. Just like I did. Untamable, neither good nor bad, present and silent and… Continue reading Woodland
belonging
Here me out:What if before I belong to anyone else I belong to me first? Me first and me always no matter who comes and goes.I find myself searching for strange sorts of validation from people other than myself and my instincts. Why, still, am I looking for someone to tell me I’m doing a good… Continue reading belonging
Spring poem
It starts so small you hardly see itNothing to see, truly only you feel.And once you feel it you can't help but see it,Is it seeing or feeling that makes it real?Still, all at once it seems to the world outside,That beyond the waiting something grows.All the work you've been learning by your lonesome,The reaching… Continue reading Spring poem
Adventure awaits
This is me in 2015. The day after my birthday. Freshly 27 and hiking in the rain. I don’t like being wet, I don’t like being dirty and sweaty. But in 2015, freshly 27-it was ok. A good memory now. I’m about to turn 31. And I think back on this girl-this girl, who was important… Continue reading Adventure awaits
A thought on anger
My anger feels like lava constantly churning in my stomach. At any moment the volcano erupts and spews the contents of frustration and rage everywhere. It covers every surface from person to furniture.bThe situation is hardly ever worth the amount of damage.My anger feels like a big oven being fed coal by a constant team… Continue reading A thought on anger
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