Acceptance

  • Wonderful, Wonderful

    They didn’t understand her, but they allowed her just to be. And that, she knew, was a wonderful, wonderful wonder. Continue reading

  • Until They Remembered

    Sun fell upon the rocky shore, gazing at the children that played by the rock pools. Some of the children splashed. Some worked quietly together, laying stone upon stone until they’d made a grand and sparkling tower. Other children jumped… Continue reading

  • If I Must

    This train. It is a train that fights abuse by abusing abusers, and I do not understand it, my heart. It does not understand. They tell me I must fight, I must fight, I must fight. But I will not… Continue reading

  • As She Will

    The sun is one but never can shine as one. Her rays will splay, and always touch the world (in slices) as they do. How they splay is a question for each new moment. Who they will touch, and in… Continue reading

  • A Quiet Day

    Today my heart is quiet. And it knows deeply that it has lived. Continue reading

  • Be You

    Shine, my sweet bloggy family. Always be you. In all your flawed magnificence. open.spotify.com/track/1haQRuZnoggW6U6l5jFIj9 Continue reading

  • The Apple Tree Of Everything

    This is the Apple Tree of Everything. You may pick only one apple, today. Hold it in your hand. Look at it. Really, look at this apple you have picked. To say it is red is hardly enough. There are… Continue reading

  • Pitchfork

    Yes, you could judge them. But if I were you, I would breathe first. Would you like to be judged for being just the way that you are because you are that way? To judge another is to place shame… Continue reading

  • Soft, Quiet, Beautiful

    Can we become the peace that glistens on the ledge of our differences? Or will it be war swept under the carpet for yet another age of humanity? I see your needs. Do you see mine? Can we surrender to… Continue reading

  • Truth and Lollypops

    I’m not the victim of circumstance. Of uncontrollable life. Of this eternal river that constantly flows and changes, sometimes lifting me right out of the water, sometimes flowing me steadily along. That’s what I try to tell myself, anyway. That… Continue reading