i read somewhere that you know you’re a writer if you can’t help but write. If you must write, then you know you are among those word-crafters, those story-spinners, those who take us somewhere other than ourselves into a world of beauty, pain, hope and sometimes grotesque horror and salvation. You know you’re a writer …
"hope: it’s a currency that grows more expensive with time and with exposure to loss." Sarah selah i've always loved plants. and always killed them. after my sister's funeral (a year ago yesterday), i brought home a plant - there were three different kinds in the bowl, lovely, petite pink roses and lush green leaves, …
in remembrance. my best friend told me today that remembering is different than reliving. how right she is. she also told me that apocalypse means an unveiling... "An apocalypse Ancient Greek: ἀποκάλυψιςapokálypsis, from ἀπό and καλύπτω, literally meaning "an uncovering" is a disclosure of knowledge or revelation. In religious contexts it is usually a disclosure …
When I’m angry a great invisible vice holds my jaw in place - keeps my mouth sealed shut. All the words rage in my head, but can’t seem to make it the short distance to my mouth. I figure that saying the words will probably just make things worse. When I’m hot with hurt it …
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And the light dawns. I mean give it enough time and the sun does eventually peek over the horizon. But man, is it ever scary before that first ray of light hits. I sat in the courtyard, the sound of children playing floated on the wind from the orphanage across the street, the dust mingling …
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Whew. I'm glad that's over. Glad to see you Feb 15. I have decided that I don't like February anymore. Well, I don't like it at the moment, and isn't how you feel in any given moment to dictate how you see life? No? Hmm. Grief sits in my chest like so many hot rocks. …
today i am angry. i want to rage and scream and tear the world down around me. the details don’t matter, they are all the same. the same old details that have constructed the same old story for the last one hundred thousand years of my life. i just wanted to take this moment, this …
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i’m afraid. it’s not uncommon. i have felt afraid all my life. since i can remember. laying in bed when i was little, staring up at the dark ceiling, walking through the dark church sanctuary when the light switch was on the other side of the room, getting up at night to go to the …
i’ve been feeling like it’s time to emerge from my quiet cocoon. It has been a beautiful, healing place, and I’m thankful for it, but there is a gentle nudge inviting me back into this forum. It will be a year since I lost my sister - february 24th - it’s coming up and I …
It's not good enough - living life parallel to the people you love - it's not good enough. We were made for connection. When we don't have it we become depressed, lonely, isolated, diminished. This is just the way it is. This is not opinion, this is reality. Vulnerability is the way to connection, and …
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