I have learned that when people are determined to see me through a dark lens, they won’t be talked out of it.
I have, however, learned that it’s their lens not my truth.
That’s a good feeling.
Saw this on Facebook awhile back. Such a great idea. I’m going to print some out and post them around town. Good for the soul, this. Blessings. xoxo
Life is a waterfall We’re one in the river And one again after the fall Swimming through the void We hear the word We lose ourselves But we find it all…. Cause we are the ones that want to play Always want to go But you never want to stay And we are the ones…
me staring into my computer screen like Narcissus I took a break from Facebook for a week. It was liberating. I was much more focused. I unraveled myself from other people’s energy systems and let myself create, write, think, feel and breathe. It was very, very good. I also missed sharing things and some of…
I hurt my finger on Friday morning. Badly. At the time, I was rushing to get my kids to school because my older daughter slept through her alarm and needed a ride. My roommate asked if I was okay. I told her yes but in actuality, I was in tremendous pain, the kind of pain…
“If you are out to describe the TRUTH, leave elegance to the tailor.” -Albert Einstein I am not a tailor and I have lost my tolerance for bullshit and niceties. I can be tactless and unbelievably direct and that’s okay. It’s better than lying.
Antistrophes by Rainer Maria Rilke Ah, Women, that you should be moving here, among us, grief-filled, no more protected than we, and nevertheless able to bless like the blessed. From what realm, when your beloved appears, do you take the future? More than will ever be. One who knows distances out to the outermost star…