Summits. {poetry}
Summits. They are always just beyond the next ridge. Just beyond this next heartache. Just beyond the unbearable loneliness. Just beyond the empty loss.
Browsing Tag:
loneliness
Dancing Across Loneliness: The End of Beginnings and the Hope of Goodbye.
In the buttery, iron taste of the aftermath, food will not fill me. A pill will not clear me of this, and sleep does not always lend itself to rest. The frothing surface of lingering promises shields the unknown sediment, sinking below. Every lie we tell ourselves haunts me, ripping apart my heart.
The Biggest Hurdle of Your Path: “I’m not There yet.”
Since I stopped focusing on time too much, I started to feel the Now intensely. I know that there's no other time than Now, that is why I live moment by moment, and always keep in mind that the moments aren't unlimited. The sooner we start living the life we want to live, the better we will ...
Struggling With My Cloak Of Guilt.
A cloak of guilt hangs down upon my shoulders, heavy and dark; it is a constant reminder. Clouds of sadness and regret hide in every corner, ready to pounce and diminish joy, or push tears to the surface at inappropriate and inopportune times. Must every activity for the remainder of my life be ...
The Fearsome Feast: Change-Magick By The Light Of Beltane’s Fire.
Welcome to dark night of your soul, Witch; it will be over soon. Let these fae feast on all of your old, outmoded ways of being in the world. Face your fears, and fix your gaze on the Beltane moon. Whatever you do, do not run from the torment, and do not lose faith in the worth of your ...
Womb World: A Bedtime Fable For Adults. {fiction}
Somehow, some-when, the world had been reversed, and here she was, alone with the recognition that she, and the rest of civilization, was fastened to the ceiling. If only they could recognize this, together, as a whole, as a human collective, every man, woman, child, forming a thing with fins ...
The Spaces Of Loneliness.
We won’t forget the unrelatable moments of emptiness. When the freedom we had once brandished as a flag turned into a freezing sword of guilt, of having left what we once had. When the fog around us got too thick, too thick to see anything, when fear knocked back on our doors, to suck all our ...
Redefine the Present: What The F*ck Is A Moment Anyway?
Has anybody stopped to define exactly what we are talking about when we tell people to be in this somewhat mythological (and obviously desirable) thing called the moment? Google tells me it is a noun that means a very brief period of time.
The Faint Knock of the Goddess Calling.
Despite all of the cultural pressure on me to stand by my man and to not break up our family, it was the strength of something primal, universal, and magical -- Goddess, that led the charge and transformed life as I knew it.
The Boys & Girls Who Lived.
So here we are, in the dark of the night, swimming in the moon rays. Here we all are -- you, me, the Boys and Girls Who Lived, carrying, always, the last living fragments of our own attempted murderers, and remembering, if we can, that it is not our abilities that make us who we are, but our choices.