Wholeness

  • Sad People

    Sunshine looks pretty on spiderwebs, and sorrow looks pretty on sad people. Sad people spend their whole life painting sunlight on their webs to fool the others into keeping them. But painting a ray of sun in the sky is… Continue reading

  • Unknowing

    Do not try to wrap me with your perfect edges. Boxes are not for me, the wind, the stars that burst through time, through space, through you. I am all. Do not limit me with your unknowing. Continue reading

  • 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

  • Love Kept Her

    And with a smile, she held life gone by. And love kept her. Love kept her, home. Home, at last. Continue reading

  • Beautiful Tears

    In the shadow of love is the aching of fear. And I hold you, love. I hold you and your beautiful tears. Continue reading

  • Messy Life

    There is no need to be afraid of the not good enough. This weakness you perceive, this pathetic softness you scold yourself for compared to she who declares herself strong. Close your eyes. Breathe and know this. You are perfection… Continue reading

  • One Small Me

    If I am not her, that good and lovely girl in a box, who am I? Now that this body is alive with the energy of all of life, who am I? I believe this, but I believe the opposite… Continue reading

  • All I Am

    How lovely it is to find home again. In this home I am what I am, and what I am is a river, a rock, a lion, a ballerina. What I am is all I am. All I am is… Continue reading

  • Found

    There is no feeling quite like the delicious wholeness of a lost girl found once more. There is no feeling quite like this. Continue reading

  • All That I Am

    I am all that I am, and wherever I drift on the wind of today is as it should be, is all that I am. As it should be is all that I am. Continue reading