My Teenage Daughter, the Merciless Mirror.
Perhaps she is something unimaginable; something timeless. Born of love so pure she will be my merciless mirror so I can see what needs cleaning, what needs washing.
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The Coloring Book Called Life.
Some cards you look at, think how pretty, how nice, or how funny, and toss. Other cards are keepers. You put them away in a special place and, when you need a quick boost of emotional B12, shake them out and gulp them down. Every now and then, a card arrives that is like a shell on the beach, a ...
My Tree and Bearer Of Water: Mama, I See You.
{source} Mama, I see you. And in you I see me because I am you and came from you. In the parts of myself I’ve pushed away with relentless strength, I see you too; my mirror and my mother, for all that you are and in all you are not. I regret the times I’ve made you feel small, because I’ve felt ...
Like An Ache — What Does Life Feel Like?
And as lives come, so do they go -- back into the ether from whence they came. We celebrate one event and mourn the other. We laugh and we cry, we propel ourselves from one end of the vast spectrum of human emotion to the other, seeking the pleasant and averting the pain.
He’s Gone, But Her Heart Still Sways To The Rhythm Of This Song.
He is gone, but her heart will not stop swaying to the rhythm of this song, to the branding of these words on her sensitive soul. She has grown and she has been broken into the knowing of that which forever remains: that love cannot play without pain.
How Meditation Ended My Marriage.
I wanted so badly to un-see that my marriage was unsustainable if I wanted to grow, but I couldn’t. So I was faced with a terrifying decision: stay, and shrink; or leave, and hurt, and grow.
Why Did You Stop Believing In Her Magic?
I still believe in magic. I still believe that I live in a magical place, despite its blood-tinged wars and dark shadowed schemes. A world created from the pitch. Because we are made of magic and we are the starlight shooting forth from that dark. I still pray to goddesses, I read tarot cards, ...
Wanderer, I Know You.
Dear Wanderer, if there is movement in your teeth and yearning in your collarbones, I know what you mean and these words are for you.