I started writing this series a few weeks back,
letting it dig up my heart,
so that I could carve out and share the overflow.
Then things got weird,
as if I was digging up buried treasure, yes,
but also other really disturbing things packed away in boxes
in the basement of what I am.
Rocked me back hard, I tell you,
until my soul felt concussed:)
Then I got some whiplash, for good measure.
Just one big, weepy, anxious, throbbing, nauseated mess.
So I’m giving myself a week to sit down on the beach of this thing
and just watch the waves and listen to the surf sing it’s soothing songs
until my cheese climbs back on my cracker.
Sit here and breathe with me, if you like.
I love your company.
“The depth of the feeling continued to surprise and threaten me,
but each time it hit again and I bore it,
I would discover that it hadn’t washed me away.”
– Anne Lamott
“The sky where we live is no place to lose your wings.
So love, love, love.”