Dinner with the Crickets

By showing up. Day in, day out. By not judging how it's going. If it's going at all, that's enough. [...] where it leads is exactly where you're supposed to be. The word courage comes from the French word for heart, couer. Your authentic self knows where you're headed. [...] Collaborate with it [Spirit]. -Sarah …

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Scoreless

The sky is gray. Not in clouds, simply the dusk of a clear day. The sun was out and it was hot.I crippled into an emotional insanity earlier that day. Unable to feel anything more than pure anxiety, I called a friend.We ignored the absence of physicality. We understood the truth of insanity. I had …

Flipping coins

Finding time for divine. I spend most my days wondering what another life would feel like. My best friends are gone. We all wander like electrons about this earth. Connected by bits of fancy plastics, will we be together again? What used to happen. We cared and were ready to jump. Now there's so many …

Walking away

On this day I will allow my fellow travelers to touch my life and know they will support me through my journey.

Yes, please

"Thank you... For surviving another year of life" The words were a joke, yet buried in strife. The background, the knowledge, the loving of life known intimately that i thought i would die. There's fire beneath, there's fire and light. So free realized i thought i would die. There never may be another like you …

Love

I wish I could tell you I wish you could see, the things I'd never say hoping they didn't be. Maybe we'd flourish if you'd live long enough. We never saw that; we couldn't be that much. Instead I live trying to love people I do not trust.

Love, pt 2

I had the idea. I drafted the message. My finger grazed to send, Instantly, a thought of aggressions. Why - I asked myself. Why such anger? This is not love. This is the obligation of meeting society's need to feel common. I am far from common, and that's just a part of why we love …

I hear my stomach gugrle I know it's rumbling with the death of the old habits. The same habits that hold my hand and share that reliance is okay. The same grumbling that there is change. Knowing the world will become another pure piece of love. Paper towns make me smile. None of this is …

Old news

Soft and glossy. The moisture begins to well. At the edge of my outer eye it grows. I breathe in deeply through the nose. Exhale slowly through the mouth, lips pinched. Trying to steady my breathe I focus. Inhale two three four, exhale six seven eight. I'm trying not to be quiet so as not …

“…. You see?”

...And then hope that someday our cities would open up more and let the green and the land and the wilderness in more, to remind the people that we're allotted a little space on Earth and that we survive in that wilderness that can take back what it has given as easily as blowing its …