the edges of myself

words, words, words

I never read the rules for mothering it seems I was absent that day– perhaps all of us were. Carrying around the textbook burden of guilt, the weight of which mocks our shortcomings and reveals the all-too constant truth that we’re just winging it.   Each new day, another brave face– scooping up the pieces …

Continue reading

timelessness emerges existing next to you. a span of hours, days– one tender moment folded into lifetimes spent chasing shadows and resurrecting structures.   mapping this careful framework entrusted to none but ourselves.   the understated pageantry of a life unfolding small moments witnessed– all access granted to the one whose willingness to engage is unsurpassed.   …

Continue reading