I go peeking for you all over you, man I don't know yet. I try and search out your characteristics like a dog would sniff out a fox. I look into the eyes of baristas and check out clerks asking the un-ask-able question: Is it you? It isn't. I know you will show when I… Continue reading The Search
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swear not by the moon
When the clock struck midnight on New Years, I was standing on the freezing beach in Delaware under the brightest moon glowing on the bundled faces of Mom and Dad, Mackenzie, Rickie, Kyle and Kelly. And of course, Liam the black lab. I looked up at the stars and out at the darkness of the… Continue reading swear not by the moon
Old joy, still joy; an ode
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
Here’s what they don’t tell you…
Here’s what they don’t tell you about life: it's mostly made of being uncomfortable. Sorry, I know, what an opening line. People always says “Beginnings can be tough!” and “Endings are so sad!” but you know what they aren’t saying? “Getting your feet under you is a really confusing and energy exhausting experience.” Whoops. Left… Continue reading Here’s what they don’t tell you…
Science and Magic
There is all sorts of ways to pray; for me my favorite has always been Vespers. I love to sit in a church smelling of incense and listen to music. To not have to respond with anything but my breath. It's low commitment, to just listen but being present seems to be the greatest gift… Continue reading Science and Magic
Earthy and holy both
I want a house on the beach made of cedar shakes and a squeaky porch door that slams shut as I run in and out barefooted and laughing. I want a big picnic table out back with strings of party lights up in the tree branches, blinking slowly like the stars beyond. I want friends… Continue reading Earthy and holy both
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
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
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