Change Does Not Feel Like Breaking Bread
Change does not feel like breaking bread. Nope. It does not feel like chopping wood either. It is not like swimming. Or running. Or even climbing. Nope none of these. However hard some of them are. Change is so much harder. It feels like learning to walk on water. Learning to fly without…
A Valentine Letter for YOU
A Valentine letter for YOU. Your love for your partner who has moved into the next realm is everlasting, eternal. What you shared in your time together remains and exists now in a new form. We hear the expression, moving on - it would turn my stomach when I heard that. You have to get on with…
You Have To Stop Fixing What Cannot Be Fixed
It comes like a tsunami. It forces itself inside your house. With madness. You run out your front door. When the tsunami ends, your house is destroyed. Your things don’t look like your things anymore. Your bed is not in your bedroom. Your kitchen has no food that can be eaten. You sit and…
The Sea Is Empty of You
I wish I could go back. Back to the beach, laughing like drunk fools getting lost in your eyes holding each other as if we were immortal. Like the sea always is mimicking the waves, buzzing with love, mesmerized. The sunset flaming over us, luminous, against your young skin. Stepping on the…
Change Does Not Feel Like Breaking Bread
Change does not feel like breaking bread. Nope. It does not feel like chopping wood either. It is not like swimming. Or running. Or even climbing. Nope none of these. However hard some of them are. Change is so much harder. It feels like learning to walk on water. Learning to fly without…
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A Valentine Letter for YOU
A Valentine letter for YOU. Your love for your partner who has moved into the next realm is everlasting, eternal. What you shared in your time together remains and exists now in a new form. We hear the expression, moving on - it would turn my stomach when I heard that. You have to get on with…
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You Have To Stop Fixing What Cannot Be Fixed
It comes like a tsunami. It forces itself inside your house. With madness. You run out your front door. When the tsunami ends, your house is destroyed. Your things don’t look like your things anymore. Your bed is not in your bedroom. Your kitchen has no food that can be eaten. You sit and…
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The Sea Is Empty of You
I wish I could go back. Back to the beach, laughing like drunk fools getting lost in your eyes holding each other as if we were immortal. Like the sea always is mimicking the waves, buzzing with love, mesmerized. The sunset flaming over us, luminous, against your young skin. Stepping on the…
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