And my momma swore that
She would never let herself forget
And that was the day I promised
Id never sing of love
If it does not exist

I am thinking about what Sabrina Ward Harrison says (how many times have I started a sentence like that?). About how she feels that inside her, there is this surge to love, but she can't reach it, she can't find it. This ( Read more... )

My brain suffocates me. There are 36 thousand things going on inside, and there is hardly room for oxygen. Blah!

There is money. Always, always money worry. It seems so petty in my vision of all other things. Though, it is more than dollar signs and debt. It is about the feelings of inadequacy--the dream that I will someday be free from this worry ( Read more... )

I am remembering this evening, and my heart is happy. Granted, there was booze involved. And I thank the Lord for it ( Read more... )

I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready, I am ready
I am ready, I am

Taffy stuck and tongue tied
Stutter-shook and uptight
Pull me out from inside
I am ready, I am ready
I am ready, I am fine.

I am covered in skin
No one gets to come in
Pull me out from inside
I am folded and unfolded and unfolding
I am colorblind

Coffee ( Read more... )

    Tonight I cannot help but be kept awake by the aching, antagonizing realization of how tiny my life is. My  hands are feeling awfully small against the big picture of everything, of the world and of all that it needs from me, all that it deserves. My life is trivial. I am reading stories of children dying before their lives have begun, their ( Read more... )

Change is always waiting around the corner of our lives. Is that how life is revealed to us? The unexpected left turns? And the faith in the turn?

Cheers to that, Miss Sabrina Ward Harrison. And cheers to these moments and these words that make me feel like this life is right. And while it is impossible to trust tomorrow, to believe that all the ( Read more... )

Sing me something soft
Sad and delicate
Or loud and out of key
Sing me anything.

When did everything become so complicated? The love of a boy and his dog. Bare feet in the grass. Roller coasters and fresh-squeezed lemonade.  Swimming pools and sharing straws and food fights. Fireplaces in a warm home, with a warm family. Family. When love was simple ( Read more... )

Squeaky swings and tall grass
The longest shadows ever cast
The water's warm and children swim
And we frolicked about in our summer skin

Dare I say that Summer is off to a beautiful start? I dare. I am excited for warm breezes and sandy feet. For sunburns and memories and old love and good company. As I'm writing this, I find myself catching my fingers ( Read more... )

I wouldn't swap the pain
For never knowing you
I wouldn't swap the pain
'Cause it was worth it for the view

Jess shared this beautiful new song with me. And I think it is just what I needed. I'm sitting in my backyard on what feels like a cool summer night, sipping red wine because alcohol thins the blood, and makes love flow so much more easily from ( Read more... )

"If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new characther, would you slow down? Or speed up?"

Food for thought.