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it’s not about being different, it’s about being
Last week, I wrote about the chaos of the Discomfort Monster. This week, it’s a different monster all together: The Gnarly Judgement Monster. We all have those people in our lives that are like Voldemort in Harry Potter: He Who Shall Not Be Named. They are the people that have criticized us or treated us…
do you see?
Dear Bluebeard, It seems you decided somewhere along the line that I am the perfect girl to fit into that little space in your pocket in your life– –that little compartment in your dreams, or your fantasies where things are tidy and YOU get your needs met. (Do you see ME?) To my brothers: I…
a moment of goodness on a hard day
I’m at the Frye, waitig in the cold sun for J. He’s stuck in traffic. I don’t mind the wait. It’s lovely to let the sun caress my cheek. (A cheek that has known many tears lately.) The floating musical island is playing behind me. The water of the fountains flows, adding it’s own notes…
New Directions
Outside there is a thin wind flirting with the trees it has teased the curtains into dancing; I keep time in my head. Memorizing the seasons, I touch things as if my fingers will learn them again; weary of explanations, at mid-life I am more comfortable with the truth. Outside, the mountain ash hangs heavy…
hundreds of ways
Keep walking, though there’s no place to get to. Don’t try to see through the distances. That’s not for human beings. Move within, but don’t move the way fear makes you move. Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down…
a different kind of empty
“How have you been?” he asked. “Empty. You?” “Same.” he replied. After listening for a bit, I realized it’s a different kind of empty. There is the emptiness of mindfully cutting away all the things that have been killing one’s spirit, and allowing the kind of hunger that keeps you feeling alive. This empty is…