I’ve had too much — food, drink, anger, hatred, too many too much’s. I’ve had scarcity — not enough love, too few friends, too few too little’s. Now I have surfeit — enough food, enough faith, to make small portions […]
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The Gathering
We gather, sick folk, formerly insane, fully professing inability to manage our lives, rejoicing in our disorder. We gather for we are ours, we are one whether strangers or family, whether alike or opposites in others’ eyes. We gather, home, […]
Continue reading »Claiming the Place
By identifying and branding our experience, with exactness and with truth, we claim it as our own. And nothing could be more intimate. (Julia Cameron) Wandering, the journey appeared endless, pointless, aimless. Wayside stops for fast food, for self-indulgence, the […]
Continue reading »I, the Onion
I was an onion in fruit salad. Nobody understood me, appreciated me, welcomed me. Until I met other onions and figured out we’re sweet, we’re appropriate in fruit salad as in chili. Understanding me, you let me love myself.
Continue reading »Whenever Pain
Isolating doesn’t stop pain, doesn’t ward off fear, doesn’t mend hearts. I know. I tried. How many times, how many years I tried. Addiction doesn’t stop pain, doesn’t ward off fear, doesn’t mend hearts. I know. I tried. How many […]
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