Posts Tagged ‘being real’
A strong and blameless place…..
Hello fresh beginnings. I so welcome, you. I’ve been away from my blog and am grateful for a shiny new jumping-back-in place. I’d felt swept away end-of-year, caught up in a fast tide rising, and miffed about the undertow that grabbed me away. Truth: it wasn’t the undertow that shut me down but the fear…Read More
truth in the tremble…..
Stuff is just exactly as broken and shaky and gimpy as it is, but hardly hopeless, oddly beautiful even, in the coming undone so I’m gonna re-think the tremble and not crumple up small and slide down under the coming up short, trying to fix the wobble and make it seem smooth so the flaws don’t show;…Read More
of monsters and mercy and me….
I’ve dreamed it since I was young, this recurring fright: I’m at the beach with my family when suddenly I’m standing on bare sand that is sloping madly toward the sea and a monstrous black wave is towering over me….towering…..and I’ve no time, not a second, to run. And I don’t know how I got there….the waves were…Read More