My driveway has an icy approach when icy.. yeah I’m speaking in those “infinity-sequence” 5 moves ahead patterns that reveal to me.. while fishtailing ..I place my hand on the outside of the emergency brake because I can best feel the movement of the rear of the car when holding…
The boys are home and it is glorious..i am in awe, ..it is just what you’ve become.. it’s glorious your new tone.. I’m sure this is what we thought it would be.. so close now.. throwing that word love around ..this is how we live.
But let me confess …
Maybe we are the mountain .. allowing others to climb us, standing perched atop our shoulders .. maybe you are like me .. kind instead of brutal.. brutal at times when kindness doesn’t fit. I like the way you say it, when you’re brave enough to say it …you say…
It may have been a thousand years since the last time I sat on a bed writing.. or maybe 18 months … no terror in guessing where I’m sitting now..I am on a bed and I am alive in my comfort… me, alone but fully with you. .. I’ve written…
I don’t wonder about why I do anything anymore. A few minutes of quality after care promotes the most delicately brutal of storms.. we brought home a fox.. we confessed .. and you used my giant chair to flood..
Today I know no lie..
You must never stop meeting me…
You know about all the hats I’ve collected. The travel log, one me .. all that road. I’ve stared down more than my share … much more than I would have thought allowed. The shift we’re in beloved. The air we’re in…
This air and the years.. the dream made…
You should probably know. Empaths don’t always Predict accurately.. in fact one could say what we think is is only the extension of our attachments. I think you’ve heard me say that before. What fear would allow these projections. Am I the fear? Of course not. …
This is not a test, nor is it an experiment. The pain is real even if almost everything and everyone else involved isn’t.
I have loved a non person. Her traumas as a child stole her entire life from her. The problem wasn’t loving her, the problem was the endless…
I am awake now. I can see that even with all that’s changed I am very much at the same place I was before..there are still choices to be made. I have some success here but with this liberated heart I am free to choose the next thing. I can…
Recovery is full of surprises and God has an amazing way of providing the ink for the next story. Recovery is discovery they say and I discovered my sister has a natural way of talking to the child in anyone. She paints the picture well enough for even this mind…
