Is It Wrong For A Part Of Me To Forever Love You?
It’s infrequent and it’s usually fleeting, but I’m not going to deny that sometimes my heart misses a beat when I get lost in a memory of you.
Browsing Tag:
memory
The Cycle Of Freedom. {poetry}
You lit a fire that raged through the river of our honesty.
You blew winds that crashed and trashed
Against the crippled creek I had allowed you to wade in.
The Wise And The Innocent: A Story Of Trust. {fiction}
The knife-edge teeth of the sharks -- who had once been their friends and accomplices in underwater adventures -- suddenly inspired fear. The midnight eyes of hawks and gulls -- who had once delighted the children with their dramatic displays of flight -- now reflected frightened stares. The ...
Stranger In A Strange Place. {fiction}
A thousand miles -- maybe more -- to carry her around the world and back, but no feet, however dogged, can overcome the years elapsed.
The Mother Of All Wounds: Grief And The Loss Of Feminine Divinity.
Give up hope, they say. This is as good as it gets, they say. She was too weak, too emotional, and too quiet to protect you anyway. We will allow your bodies and minds to be supported by our knowledge, though we will pathologize every part of your feminine being. How progressive we have become! ...
My Sacred Scar: From Brokenness To Wholeness.
The real transformation, like all matters of depth and substance, occurs beneath the surface. It occurs when you are deep in process. It occurs when you are steeped in forgiveness. It occurs when you are rooted in radical self-love. It occurs when you are wildly accepting of every ounce of your life.
Waking Up To Consciousness.
I am mesmerized by the sun, the way she dances and dapples, illuminating leaves with paprika and turmeric. The veil is with me always, where I am able to move my hand, lucid and glass-like, lifting silken skirts of varied states of existence.
I Do Not Miss You, But There’s Something I Miss.
Sure I can save myself and heal the wounds, but there will always be a gap. There will always be space for someone to come in and replace. And that’s what I miss. Someone to keep that space warm and to remind me that I am not alone. I miss the fullness and the capacity that there is someone in ...
A Love Letter To Place, Space, And The Need To Come Home.
What I am saying is this. Give me something rough and unfinished, where your good intentions were smashed to unnecessary by your mouth speaking something true. Give me something with the roots still on, clung with dirt and tasting like forgiveness. Give me something I can hold in my sunburned ...
Coyote. {poetry}
tried to walk it off
... tried to shake you off
the memories won't change
but people do
and when they do, they just seem
so strange