Humanity

  • Fully Human

    I’ve seen that image, again. She sits alone (you could not get any more alone) at her husband’s funeral and we all just sit here and shake our heads, because what else is there to do? I’m speaking of the… Continue reading

  • The Stories We Tell

    The stories we tell ourselves about what life is, does, means, will make our hearts or break our hearts. The choice, I suppose, is ours. Make, break or both, sometimes. If only the answer were simple. Then again… what is… Continue reading

  • I Have Loved

    I only have to give this love that I have. I only have to give it, and cherish the way it feels to know I have loved. Continue reading

  • Sadness in The Corner

    There is sadness in the corner. A beautiful sadness that calls to me, many a day, and I can’t help but follow. I can’t help but wonder why. When life is ever so dear, and joy is found sweetly in… Continue reading

  • Rain

    Today, there is rain. And the most beautiful peace. Continue reading

  • Heart Broken

    My skin is peeled, once more, and I am flesh on open bone. Why is it that darkness must be, in order for light to be known? Why is loss needed to highlight the beauty of having had? Why is… 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

  • Sensible

    Shall I be sensible a moment? Oh, dying to live, dear dreary day. Let you find me twisted beautifully among the berry vines. Let you be the one to be sensible. Continue reading

  • Withering

    A rose. Think of it. How like a rose we are. Beginning as seed, gently, a bud. How we open, slowly, never seeing our petals born; never guessing when, at last, the last will fall. And when we wither, wrinkle… Continue reading

  • Shamed

    Mistakes are our greatest gifts, and yet, we are buried in shame. Do not make a mistake. Do not ever be bad. We are shamed. We are shamed. We are human. Not one of us is perfect, not one. I… Continue reading