It's not that I didn't expect change. Of course I did; and it's not like my concept of change was minimal; it wasn't. However, change has always been a relatively fluid concept in my life, I don't much care for it and I am keenly aware of its presence regardless the situation. Changes in the … Continue reading Nothing’s The Same When Everything Changes
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Jumping the Cliff
The weird part isn’t the expectations of what you should be, or who you were, or who, inevitably you are. The weird part is the change. The moment you realize this life is a new one. Not one that you returned for parts and made of it what you could, its the one you never … Continue reading Jumping the Cliff
A Love Note to Self: ‘This too shall pass’
A Love Note to Self: ‘This too shall pass’ https://lonelyblueboy.wordpress.com/2019/03/31/a-love-note-to-self-this-too-shall-pass/ — Read on lonelyblueboy.wordpress.com/2019/03/31/a-love-note-to-self-this-too-shall-pass/
Always Show Up, Rarely Arrive
It was Hawaii, surrounded by beauty I didn’t see, but felt instead. I was there for a rigorous yoga intensive training and sitting under the stars at rustic chic picnic tables I finally understood something the guru had said as he first entered the room three days ago. He was silent, but powerfully electric and … Continue reading Always Show Up, Rarely Arrive
Still I Rise
Still I Rise BY MAYA ANGELOU You may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may trod me in the very dirtBut still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you?Why are you beset with gloom?’Cause I walk like I've got oil wellsPumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns,With … Continue reading Still I Rise
Know few things, but know them well
I wonder what my life will mean to you. I wonder if your eyes will ever see the survivor behind mine. I wonder if you'll ask questions and if you do if I'll answer them correctly and with unfiltered honesty. I wonder if some filtering is acceptable. I wonder what your laugh will sound like … Continue reading Know few things, but know them well
To my daughter…
Be gentle my little thunderstorm the world has only just begun to get ready... The smell of your head on my chest and I'm somewhere else, watching- like a girl watching romantic comedies waiting to be appreciated for her messy hair and glasses as she types away lost in a Starbucks a story that only … Continue reading To my daughter…
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