The choosing

I think there are moments that are in suspension of choosing. And I think when you see these moments are upon you, you have to give in to the weightlessness of being untethered. And let whatever will be, be And then I think you need to choose. And when you choose, know it’s ok to […]

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For Mary

When I heard you were gone It was my brother, a poet, who told me. I read it, in tiny ant letters on my phone and then instinctually looked out the window at the bare trees. I mark time by the branches in the backyard And the tiny snowdrops that spring up out of nowhere […]

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Soaring

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 […]

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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. […]

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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?”

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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 […]

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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 […]

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Jawbone

When loving you patiently I find myself gritting my teeth because I think I know best, when I don’t know at how to love you yet at all. I know how I have loved in the past and how I have been loved, but to love you? You? Someone so new. I don’t know. How […]

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