Oh the joy The inexpressible comfort Of feeling safe with a person Having neither to measure words Nor weigh thoughts Pouring them all out just as they are, Chaff and grain together. Certain that a loving hand Will sift through, Keeping what is worth keeping, And with a breath of kindness Blow the rest away….
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The little girl in me was never told that it wasn’t okay for people to be mean to me. Growing up, I was given the clear message that I had to earn love and that I “deserved” to be punished if I made mistakes. Just being me wasn’t enough for the people and the culture…
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My daughter, Giovanna, and me A friend of mine that I don’t see as much as I’d like just asked me how I’m doing. I told him, “I’m real right now.” It feels good to say that and to feel it. I have a lot going on in my life and telling people “good” just…
When the words stop And you can endure the silence That reveals your heart’s Pain Of emptiness Or that great wrenching-sweet longing, That is the time to try and listen To what the Beloved’s Eyes Most want To Say. ~Hafiz (as translated by Daniel Ladinsky in “The Gift”)