May your sorrow give you wings of courage, dear reader.
Yesterday, I was telling my teenage daughter about having learned to say no to people that weren’t the right fit. I told her there was a time that I would hold on to something that wasn’t right because I was afraid that something better wouldn’t come along. I said, “I realized that this wasn’t very…
your three to my one the amber and the red twenty five cents and a vibrating tilt-a-whirl you spoke of carnivals and dark, dusty paths that lead to where we need to be (to peeking behind the boards where darts come towards our hearts) popcorn with truffle oil meaningless meetings and Hoffa screwing and killing…
single leaf falling
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Tonight’s entry is very late in coming. Â I’ve been talking with him for hours. Â And he’s been listening. Â A different kind of listening than I’m used to. Â He wanted to understand. Â What a remarkable experience. I’m not surprised then, that tonight’s randomly-chosen word, from the Delta of Venus by Anais Nin is gentle. Â My heart…
Fly. Over their symbolic violence…
in autumn in the burgeoning light of a new day the songbird eats honeysuckle fruit getting stronger reclaiming gifts she once left behind to share freely in the rain she is cleansed and renewed returning home