You can’t build a solid foundation upon chips on shoulders. Unhealed fractures of ego that never sit quite still. They shift like rock slides as the world jostles you around. Everything tumbles down and there you go again, trying to pile it all back on those tired chips. Imagine waking up one day to find that everything you have is folly. Driven not by heart … Continue reading Hindsight

Accept fragility. Don’t strain to confine what will spill forth anyway. Don’t summon reserve courage to save face in the light of worthless expectations. There are moments to be strong, to muscle forth despite good sense. And there are moments when it becomes unnecessary posturing. Under a crescent moon, in a warmly lit courtyard, with only the night as host, let it be too much. … Continue reading Little fissures

Perhaps there are no coincidences in life. Maybe everything happens for some divine reason. Who am I to presume to know? All I know is that the edges of my experience meet neatly up with the corners of the next. Somehow the anniversaries of my life occur at the same times as the exorcisms. The universe continues to manage to make every new thing poignantly … Continue reading Serendipity

It’s been a while since we spoke, you and I, like this. At most you get a mere outline of me everyday. The haunting thoughts I put to bed before I can sleep each night. They unite to form a tapestry of strife, hope, faithfulness, and exhaustion. It’s one I’m sure we’ve all found ourselves spinning this year. No one has been spared the cruel … Continue reading The Harvest

I don’t mind the passing comments of those whose days have never whiled with mine. I don’t have any regard for the words of people for whom I am at best a vague outline. I make certain not to waste time on the opinions of people I had to evict from my life. In the end, there are so very few people whose commentary warrants … Continue reading Pitter patter

I’ll tell you why positivity is not a feeble endeavor. Your way is lined with cheerleaders, just out of sight. They wait in the wings, they don’t call out at your successes. They watch in silent support, they pray for your good fortune, they smile at your prosperity. It may take them a long time to make themselves known, if they ever do. And you … Continue reading Good things come

Your silence doesn’t make you invisible. It highlights you. You’re hoping that by keeping quiet you’ll blend into the background, but you just bring yourself to the forefront. Sometimes the absence of sound is more deafening than a wind tunnel, the choice to not speak more obvious than screaming.  People remember the words you say to them. In anger, in grief, in moments of weakness. … Continue reading the things we remember

When we traipse through the day, we’re surprised that dark things lurk about. When we wander through the night, we’re startled by the presence of light. Maybe we’re all or nothing creatures. We understand things on spectrums of likeness. At that gooey center where we’re all inherently good, perhaps there is still yet a naïveté about us. We’re not built to recognize the presence of … Continue reading Pipelines

We have a hard time accepting destruction as a part of our paths. We tend to only map the journey we’ve walked by the wonderful happenstances that united to bring us here. We don’t see the forest fires that burned it all to the ground so that new life could form from the ashes. We don’t see the floods that cleared out what once stood. … Continue reading Water in the desert

I’m trying to find gratitude in the waiting. I feel like a series of shifting continents, searching for somewhere to settle. Endlessly adrift in seas that don’t nurture me. I know I’m moving in the right direction, I know that I’ll get there. But the travel is slow and arduous. It feels like my daily efforts are wasted against inertia. But I’m trying to find … Continue reading Dry spell