The past season has been a difficult season that has kept me from writing, but my heart yearns to write again, to put into words all that has been brewing in my heart and mind this past year.  It is a slow process, slower than it has ever been before.  I am working at overcoming fear and learning … More Cocoon

Love Written

Shards of glass. Salty flows. Ribbon tears. Itchy toes. Love written in sand In the dark of night. Restless wings over oceans, flight. Washed away in stormy gales, Love washed away in the dark of night. Fragments of wood. Crimson flows. Sacred tears. A billion woes. Love written in blood On the darkest night. Brought to life … More Love Written

Time Does Not Heal

Time has drifted by in a haze, and suddenly I realize no new words have graced this page since June.  Emotions, thoughts, and even words without form have been stirring in my heart the past months, but putting these emotions, thoughts, and words onto paper (or, in this case, screen) has been an uphill battle … More Time Does Not Heal

Past Forward

Dates are really important to me.  I don’t know why, but they bring up a deep feeling of significance, of remembrance, of rejoicing or mourning, but mostly remembering. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but my mom was first taken to the hospital on Mother’s Day.  That was the first day when we … More Past Forward

Glory in the Mess

Life is messy. Our entry into this world is a messy business in itself, which I suppose is just symbolic of all else that is to come, as it causes someone (i.e: our mother) severe, near intolerable pain, in order to birth new life. Life is messy. I’ve really been wrestling with the concept of … More Glory in the Mess

05.26 Alive

I am alive. The wind whips through my hair, tossing it about and rushing against my face in such a refreshing way. I am alive. The world comes into sharper focus as though I’m seeing it for the very first time with new eyes. I am alive. Last time I felt this way was exactly … More 05.26 Alive

I Choose Love

Shadows dance behind hooded eyelids. The grave is cold. but its familiarity feels like home so I think I’ll stay. For now. Death has wrapped me up and made me numb. Shallow pleasure comes and goes with its precipitous highs and abysmal lows. When I’m high it’s as though I’m soaring, but when I’m low, … More I Choose Love