fear is an animated nightmare
love is truth and beauty
fear is projected reality
love is caring connection
fear is clinging and grasping
love is surrender and faith
fear is a self-fulfilling prophecy
love is an answered prayer
girls playing on a zip line the scent of clover his voice merging with sunlight
I just woke up from a dream. In this dream, many things happened. I didn’t know who I could trust. Everywhere I turned, someone was betraying me or trying to take something from me. I ran away from my house, leaving the doors wide open. I didn’t know where my children were, I didn’t know…
Last winter, I was leading writing workshops in a women’s homeless shelter. Â I was going through some papers recently and found this free write I did with the women using the prompt, “What I love about myself”. Â I wrote this on 1/9/15 and decided to post it because it feels good to read it….
when i am swallowed up in my own pain when people are here but not here when i am overwhelmed by the needs and expectations of people who want me all to them themselves to be their balm to be an audience to be what they need… i look for a way out and then…
Today, when she was telling me how hard things are, I just listened and listened some more with my ears and my heart. I was quiet. Then I told her, “I hear you. This is hard. I love you. I just love you so much.” And she was quiet. Then she cried. And something deep…
“It’s the every day moments of grace and despair, joy and sorrow that propel us towards our destiny. Life doesn’t have to be epic to have meaning and neither do stories. I prefer art that makes us ask deeper questions about ourselves or, at the very least, shows how fucking gorgeous and brave we are…