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Dear World, Life is Short and Weird. Show Up.
A few weeks ago, I had one of those weeks. One of those weeks where I found myself asking, “What day is today? And whose life is this? And what was I supposed to be doing again because I can’t stop focusing on what surprise is coming at me next.” It started with a Monday…
IN THE WINTER
In the winter, I miss everyone who ever kept me warm. I feel them by the coffee pot or near the stove. I feel them in the fibers of my fuzzy blanket and at the foot of the bed, tucking me in at night. I see their breath in the wintry night sky, floating next…
We Will Move On
We will move on. And we will do things. And make things. And love each other. We will speak up. For ourselves. And for others. We will walk away. And create new ways. We will move on. We will be okay.
KNOWING
she held him in her knowing.knowing someday he’d be holding her in all her frailty.And someday he’d be holding some else with all his love.knowing.as though the moment of letting go had already arrived.loving.as though her next breath depended on it.holding on.as though she was holding on to time. Art: A Simple Hug, David Kiely, @kiely8474
THE PLACE THE CALL HOME
The poem above has nothing to do with the images below but I thought I’d just share a bit of my view tonight. Lucas has fallen asleep on the couch and is covered up with what happens to be his old baby blanket. (We all love to use that old blanket.) He has his favorite…
