Tonight we will run with the wild horses of our tribe streaking across the twilight sky, calling out our names and demanding the night to release us.
No one will convince me that the goings-on in our childhood didn't impact my brother's life in such a way that will forever be difficult to come back from.
My lungs are a little bigger now. I can run for four miles, I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute... I breathe in the love, exhale the crap.
As I began to acknowledge my inner children, see them, hear them and love them, their unmet needs became easier to recognize and they began reaching out to me in healthier, less destructive ways.
I only ask you to please remember it is not personal. We are fighting years of being told to be silent, of being made afraid to share and explore the things we hold deep. We want to share. We want to open up, to let fragments of hope in. We need a bit more reassurance, a bit more patience, a ...
Part of the problem is that many of us associate adulthood with the misery and bitterness we’ve seen in those who did the right thing, by going to a job that made them sick and cynical, so they could have enough money to raise a family they couldn’t really spend time with, so they could put ...
If we’d always kept our word, we would have missed out on countless afternoons of fun and quality time with Dot. And now that she’s gone, I am so very grateful we broke promises and didn’t keep to our word.