self love
Sea Glass Soul
My past was present and my future was waiting. We sat together playing, me and these three. Building drizzle castles of sand, wet and waning, we watched them dry, impossible
#27 Self is…
Today, I changed the tires on my bike, readjusted my brakes, filed down the brake pads, sprayed alcohol mist all over myself and my bike, and eased those disc brakes
#22: I Hold My Open Hand
Prelude (I think). Words are these, these Words that sigh on the page Words that sigh or throw tantrums Words that sigh back and throw dirty clothes Back into the
#12: Discovering the Past
Today is a weird Wednesday. It’s a day of transition and oddness, and I feel it in everything: a creeping cold in my throat, forgotten shower hooks that I had
#8 Words are Everything. Words are Nothing.
To start, always, with a list of contradictions. Counter dictations that have lured my mental minnows. These statements are truth and falsity. I am not my body; I am my
#4: Making Friends with the Inner Critic (The Jackal)
In my Nonviolent Communication (NVC) workshop I attended two weeks ago, I learned about two types of voices we have. The creator of NVC, Marshall Rosenberg, deemed the voices our
Adaptation Addict
I’m scared I’ll forget. When I’ve closed other chapters of my life before, I’ve erased parts of my experience, rewritten them into a narrative that I carry forward. But I
