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Being
My being in life feels slower. Gentler, and yet I’m sure this too shall pass, as all of life does. I just read an old blog post, from 2019. The words were mine, written with my hands, dictated by my… Continue reading
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A Place To Stay
I close my eyes and ask to be held in this place. There must be love. There must be only love or I am broken. Why was I born this way? Able to feel every ounce of life, unable to… Continue reading
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Tender
It’s late, and I need to sleep. My heart has been tender, of late. So tender, and I struggle beneath the weight of my own judgements and expectations of myself and life (as many of us do, I’m sure.) Sleep… Continue reading
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Autistic
I will go to her too-white office, and she will smile from behind her desk of all-knowing. Then she will tell me I am Autistic. (Or something like it.) I will say to her, I understand, and yes: I do… Continue reading
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Rolling
It is how I am today. This darling tumble weed, rolling slowly down the precious hill they call life. I no longer search for a deeper wind, to roll faster or better… than what? I simply roll, and sigh, and… Continue reading
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Rain
I wish only to walk in the rain. As life thunders around me imperfection after imperfection (often mine) I wish for peace. And I wish to walk in the rain. Continue reading
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Cruel Deception
What is this sorrow? It is a shared siren wailing through the silver of our human chain. But darling, you say. You must smile, you must find the joy beyond the day. The heart cries when the heart cries. A… Continue reading
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One With It All
I am tired, my body understands this as truth. And yet there is so much my heart wants to say. I am desperate to speak. Longing for home. I will try to come again, soon. So my words might fall… Continue reading
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Coming back
I must come back. Back home, once again to the depths. To find a home in the world and beneath it, in the deep, where I belong, and do not belong. I must find home in both the deep and… Continue reading
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Choosing Peace
It is a beautiful fall of rain, and I am soothed. There is aching in the world. Noises I cannot escape from. Truths being loudly and violently declared. And yet here I am, a witness to it all. Choosing peace… Continue reading
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