Journal Entries, 2016
A love poem in pieces of my heart and pages from my journal.
A love poem in pieces of my heart and pages from my journal.
Girl, love yourself though it be hard.
You tell me this is what it means to loveYou say that is love, this is lovingYou point me to poetryas a dictionary for the love languageAnd therapy terminologyto dissect this feeling These my friend,are conversations about love,Not love itself(And note, that I call you ‘friend’,not ‘my love’)Because I’ve read…
You are in my conversations. You are part of my conversations. You are in every breath even as I’m profoundly me.
We don’t love people because they deserve it. We love people because we deserve it. These are our depths.
A monologue because is love ever anything else? If we’re lucky both faces of love are modeled for us in clear, unambiguous ways.
LOVE LANGUAGE – my journey deciphering my experiences through the words of love songs in different languages
Do I have the courage to be loved by that which is bigger than me? Yes, it’s a question of courage. Also of ego. The spiritual masters say that love is a lesson in your own projections & insights on your being that appear as reflections in the beloved. I…
His voice holds me. His words unravel me. And the trouble is the unraveling, the undoing, the blurring continue long after the voice has gone silent, the line cold. Because words, they linger. Burning flesh wounds inside defenses. And everything else feels harder, sharper, steelier. I am in a world…
The odd thing is that love is a lonely, lonely experience but grief is a communal one.