Fear

  • Terrible

    Life has been terrible since I stopped breathing. Stopped writing, that is. Stopped opening my heart and setting the truth of it free. My soul aches at times like these, but I smile and I laugh, and I excuse life… Continue reading

  • Heart

    How my heart breaks when I think of it. The moment I was curled up on the hospital bed, weeping in my husbands arms, just absolutely sobbing with fear as the two doctors stood by, helpless to my tears. Only… Continue reading

  • Soft Arms

    I hold this fear in soft arms and let her be. She is a dear traveller. She knows this village well. Peace, dear friend. We shall sit and we shall be, without wishing to change one another. Continue reading

  • The Cookie

    We spend a great deal of our lives being afraid of the cookie, don’t we? Too much sugar, too much fat, too much cookie induced shame (note to self, and the world: shame causes more damage than the cookie.) If… Continue reading

  • Free

    To know the soft skin of my own truth as it peers upon the fears of others. I catch their fear, I hold it. I catch their fear I love it well. And my truth whispers: of this ache, my… Continue reading

  • The Moment Divine

    A brief note before my story begins. A note to the mothers, a note to the fathers. To those who have birthed live children, and those whose young ones were taken too soon. This story— my story, our story—may be… Continue reading

  • Choosing This

    I’ve always looked beyond. Always searched for the more. Sometimes I wait for the more, craving the sweet beauty of tomorrow. Other times, I wait in fear. For horrors that may, or may not come. None of it is real.… Continue reading

  • Dark Mistress

    Oh, fear, my dark mistress sweet. Play me into your arms of fright. Chill me with crooked fingers. Undress my calm, tempt me into hiding: I will rise. And you will find the truth of me has no room inside… Continue reading

  • Healing Again

    Some more memories came up for healing, today. It is the most fascinating process, it truly is. Especially considering the memories, as they come up, are attached to a physical feeling within my body and a recognition of the vibration… Continue reading

  • Free To Fly

    ‘If I am free to fly,’ said the girl to the moon, ‘why are my wings still closed?’ ‘Because you have not yet decided to flip the closed sign to open,’ said the moon. To the girl. Continue reading