Not a Journey

And not a poem. I’m jumping off here. I’m not on a journey to improve myself every day. I’m not aiming for the unattainable ever-better, of self-development’s neat infinity. I’m a warped impressionist mess doing the best I can each dayin each moment I manage to catch myselflaughing: me as an infant innocently tasting the…

(Not) Leaving the Wallow

Suffering is not enough. Life is both dreadful and wonderful…How can I smile when I am filled with so much sorrow? It is natural–you need to smile to your sorrow because you are more than your sorrow. THICH NHAT HANH If that is not the perfect definition of real “self-care”, what is? So many years…

Let Yourself Go

“speak. stumble. be seen. be known, be known. beloved.” NEIL REID I love it when the written language can give room to the misinterpretations/multiple interpretations that spoken language can offer our imagination. “Be(-)loved”: affirmative imperative verb, adjective, noun. I’ve struggled with what to call myself since I’ve committed myself to a very spiritual practice of…

Before the Kiss

We have a responsibility to hold to the power of love that we know to be true, and to not allow the world around us to deaden that in ourselves. LUCAS JOHNSON So many thoughts this week. And so little time to write. It’s been a week of un-braiding the aspects of my life –…