Tag: relationships
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On different limbs.
I imagine RejectionBeing much like a treeWhose limbs sproutIn different directionsOfferingVarious secondary EmotionsWhose leavesCause furtherDisharmony. You’ve hung yourselfOn the branchThat says DepressionWhile I’m stuck On the oneLabelled Anger. I’m using every tool In my boxHack, hack, hacking AwayKnowing the fall Is fatal.Surely,We’d both be saferJust to climbBack down. But I’ll cling to my limbAnd you’ll hang from…
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Can it not be redeemed? Some thoughts on grief & shame.
It is funny, isn’t it, how events, dates or seasons in the calendar can be marked with a certain mood for us. How they become marred by the shadow of a specific experience. Birthdays for me have become a little bit this way. At first I thought, no birthdays with kids just hit different. And…
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What do you name your coffee machine? On Control, Surrender & Obedience.
I have been thinking a great deal about Hagar of late. The context for this is a little strange, I’ll admit, but bear with me (yes, I say that a lot). We are grateful to have wonderful cafes in our area. Including workers who take time to learn our name (more than some co-workers do!)…
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a grey rock
A little grey rock is born of the earth. In the sun it finds warmth, it tingles as the rays shine upon it, new found glitter glistens. It is a stable force. When the wind lifts, it holds firm. A strong wind tempts it to rise, like a hurricane plucking homes from the ground. But…
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Give and Take
I tend to tallyHow much I’ve had to giveLike it is the biggest accountIn history. Forgetting -It is only one side of the equation. One halfOf a pair, Forgetting -How much I take. The takingIs a debt I’m ignorant ofUntil it takes its toll. As I sit on the side of givingI’ll remember what I’ve…
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to forget.
Sometimes the best gift we can give is To Forget.To hear the harsh wordAnd chooseNot to let it permeate.After forgivenessAfter reconciliationIn the aftermath of healing we aimTo ForgetThe tones uttered in anger and frustrationNot allowing them to settle.Instead of forming solid stonesSettling at the pit of our stomachOr anchors in our mindClouding our viewWe let…
letters and lattes 