Pockets Of Courage
Inside my pockets, I keep pieces of courage, to reach for when I need them.
Inside my pockets, I keep pieces of courage, to reach for when I need them.
Nila soru.
Food eaten under the moon.
Food shared with the moon.
Nila soru.
How does one learn waiting when one has always lived from distraction to distraction? What are goals but distractions from a life that is endless waiting while drifting?
A friend shared a pic of a poached egg and it began a conversation about food I never thought I’d be in. I am learning that food is so much more than fuel.
I was a high functioning workaholic. A frenzied mind does not have room for joy. It’s hard to answer Are you happy?
I picked up the crochet needle today. I began crocheting in 2002 after I heard it was calming. My impatient younger self had been bored by the labor but in 2002 I found something else. I was struggling through something I did not understand, had no support or idea how…
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All of you homesick for the sickness of love, hating yourself for thinking of an ex, propping yourself on memories of a relationship, wondering if healing will ever be clean. It won’t. It can still be beautiful. Includes a podcast performance.