The light outside the window waning against unlit houses. The trees, bare and dark as the sky closes in around us all. The wind moves against the windows, a creak and moan of settlement from the foundation nuzzling against the earth. Me, looking at you sleeping; your eyelashes closed against your cheeks and I envy… Continue reading A distinct pleasure
Tag: prayer
Spring in winter
I am writing this to you from a hotel balcony. Inside, John is showering and the room is warm with steam. The air humming with the sound of water and his blue tooth speaker turned all the way up. Too loud for me, I'm afraid. Where he craves noise and music, I pine for silence… Continue reading Spring in winter
Blessing of the season
I am laying in my bed. A blessing. I am suppose to be at work, but I got my shift covered. A blessing. My room is clean. A blessing. My presents are wrapped. A blessing. A candle is lit. A blessing. I've had four chocolate chip cookies today. (Freshly baked, thanks Mom) A blessing. Mom.… Continue reading Blessing of the season
One step at a time
One shift at a time.One planned outfit at a time.One strict bedtime at a time.One Epsom salt bath at a time.One hour at a time.On the clock, off the clock. (A friendly reminder to be kind to the people in the service industry this holiday season. The ones bringing you food, walking you to your… Continue reading One step at a time
For Alice, who asked
She posed this question to me quickly over text in an early afternoon in November: What do you do when you fail at something? How do you make yourself feel better and motivate yourself to either try again or keep going? She said I probably didn't know the answer because I probably hadn't ever failed… Continue reading For Alice, who asked
Lullaby
I’ve been sleeping so deep lately, as though a spell has been cast. My head hits the pillow and I extinguish like a flame blown out by loving lips. A soft puff of air and I falter and go under, not able to resurface for the whole night. It is not unlike walking towards a… Continue reading Lullaby
Sunday
And I say to you, I say to you (and what really do I know of these things) I say when your heart says go:go. And when your heart says run:run. And when your heart says stay:stay. Who says you need to play by the rules? Who says there are rules at all? Just small… Continue reading Sunday
Comfort and joy
My god, I am still doing so many things that make me want to put my head in my hands and cry. So many times I jump off the diving board of confused right into the waters of anger and there, for hours. For days. My arms are so tired from swimming in turbulent waters.… Continue reading Comfort and joy
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