you and me
On this Imbolc night, the flames of all the Candlemas altars are dim in comparison to the bonfire tearing through my so-tired heart. I pray now not to Mother Brighid but to you, Woman, as you lie breathless beside me in your own recovery. Do not fall asleep.
We need people who crave action and engagement, and people who crave solitude and contemplation. There is honor and dignity in both. There is so much we can learn from each other. So if I tell you to forgive me for only having words to offer you in times of grief, if I only have a poem to give ...
She has a mouth like a sailor and laughs at her own jokes. She’s totally nuts and runs around the house like a five-year-old who’s had way too much Halloween candy. She makes up songs, sings show tunes while showering and farts like a trucker. She likes red wine, the occasional cigarette and ...
Be aware of the people around you. You may need to speak this experience to only those who are also turning and heading back home. Even those who consider themselves spiritual may not be working towards their own individuality.
It’s not always easy to be recklessly lovely. Actually, it can be hard as hell. Some people light up at the brief and rare run-in with a pleasant interaction. It’s a beautiful thing. Others act like dicks.
Some wonder why I’m thanking someone who hurt me so deeply and forever changed my life. Buddha’s saying pretty much says it all, Holding on to anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die. Holding on to that rage and sadness was only hurting myself.