This is why I wrote you poetry
and sprinkled your chest with rose petals.
This is why I kissed you in public.
This is why I made time to meet your parents.
This is why I listened.
This is also why I left.
As I learn to fill my own cup, I realize why it was so empty.
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maybe all i ever needed was to let life come to me to stop trying so hard to wait and listen to be a bowl to be filled more chalice less blade i like being filled up i like being soft
Gigi and I went to a park after a doctor’s appointment yesterday and found this beautiful shattered glass. We couldn’t help but explore with it. This picture is my favorite. The title of the post says what I wanted to say and this photo illustrates it wonderfully.
I saw Tom Shadyac’s film I AM last night. As the director of films like “Ace Ventura” and “Bruce Almighty”, he’s a man who had “the dream”–the houses, the cars, the private jet and, after an accident, realized that those things are not really what make a person happy. He set out on a quest…
pigeon blanket over trains clouds fill equinox sky the road stretches before me
I have been turned to ashes. It is time. Today marks my eleventh year of motherhood. I gave birth to my daughter, Alexandra, eleven years ago. My life has been deeply transformed during that time. The tower has fallen. It’s time for rebirth and renewal. Happy birthday, Alexandra. Happy birthing day to me (and to…