the edges of myself

words, words, words

I’ve closed my heart before locked it tightly– buried the key beneath layers of shoulds and coulds and woulds   I’ve watched myself walk away treading carefully, moving backwards longing for an explanation some semblance of the truth   I’ve understood the sting of rejection– internalized its pointy edges, embracing their lessons along with the …

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I’ve been moving through a lot of late.  The thing I notice about myself most notably is just how quickly I seem to be processing things these days.  What took me 12+ years just a couple of  years ago is now taking weeks, days, or sometimes just hours.  Some people might find it hard to …

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My kids left me for six days just two short weeks ago.  As I sit here I find myself checking and double checking that time-frame because it seems so ludicrously impossible that so much has happened in the short span of two weeks, but so be it.  It has.   I had final closure with …

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a word of thanks, my gift to you whose foresight, exuding intuition masked beneath the cowardice of rationality– moved worlds beyond my will. Into an unknown certainty and the birth of a new and much more capable understanding of love. The recognition of giving and receiving in equal measure– a concept heretofore unknown by my …

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A few days ago I received a directive from the universe.  It was hiding within a small conversation we were having (myself and the universe)–entirely one-sided up until that point.  It went a little something like this:  me:  what is it that i have to do so that you will fully get behind me and support …

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I’ve been hit with some massive realizations of late, not the least of which is this:  you attract the love that you believe you deserve.  Now, this may not seem like any great realization for you, but for me– it’s big.  It isn’t until just recently that I’ve been anywhere near ready for the kind …

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As I intimated in my first post—now that I’ve started letting the words out, they feel they have an imperative to flow.   My brain is rewiring into a framework for my writing, narratives winding their way through my thoughts continuously.  I had forgotten until just today, that as a child I often had a continuous …

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