It's been a while. I know. Life has gotten simpler and yet much more complex. My priorities are changing, and mostly now, by my design. And I am finally beginning to fully embrace the intellection of loss. A walk gently into the night is not exactly how I would describe this figuring out. This understanding. … Continue reading Loss
Found this today... Way too relate-able right now. I feel lonely. Like 98% of the time, I feel like I’m missing some connection with someone. I shouldn’t feel this way. I have friends. I have family. I am online and have online friends. But I constantly feel alone. I feel like I’m not understood, and … Continue reading Fellowship
Simply beautiful. Love this woman ❤
How deeply poignant, our struggle to “accept”. How painfully overwhelming to wrestle with surges of agonizing grief, the black ocean of shame, the fear of what may come, or the steadfast desire to make things right.
We know beyond any doubt, and from our own experience, that some kind of acceptance would resolve, at least to a degree, the ferocity of the conflict within us. And yet, the imperative to hang on to our idea of how things should be is so strong that it feels as though our very identity will die if we even imagine moving into harmony with our pain.
And, there is a measure of truth in that.
There is courage in the struggle for what is right. There is an uplifting quality to our fervor when we plant the flag of outrage and refuse to move from it. It makes us feel as though the ground beneath our feet has…
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Lately I've been feeling my personal/emotional worldview slipping from one kalidescope into another. Things I once knew with such certainty are now hovering on the fringe of doubt. And things I was absolutely positive would never be entertained by this seven dimensional mind, are springing into view lively and energetic. In part, I am saddened … Continue reading Internal Dialogue #1
On the bus again. Solitude beckons. Heartache shared. I've screamed. I've cried. I've left. I've hurt. I've breathed. I've let go. So many regrets Live inside the place Where Hope should have thrived. I am human. I've made mistakes. This bus ride Is not one of them. For weeks I've listened and watched The Canada … Continue reading Lonely Roads #2
Not sure what it is about traveling on the bus that makes me feel so nostalgic. Perhaps, because a good part of this life has been spent on buses traveling from one life to another. One family to another. One lover to another. Seeking identity. Searching for kindness. Wanting love. Moving in between the grays … Continue reading Lonely Roads #1