Tag: writing
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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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Thank God for Summer.
Blessed are thoseWho feel the weightOf the world upon their shouldersAnd feel the grassUnder their feet.May the summerBring more of the latter.Blessed are those Who may have forgottenThe message lostIn the oft misquoted ‘This one wild and precious life’Is not to lose ourselves to productivity But – to wonder.For life is moreThan the weightYou carry.…
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thank you.
There is no Thank youFor a job well doneNo hand reaching downTo pull us out of the graveHappiest still -If we stayed buriedFor all our mistakes. What made us thinkWe’d get accolades For doing good on this side of forever? Back bent and wearyIt is not for reward We tirelessly whisperShuffling forward, forging the pathreaching…
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waiting.
What do you do while you’re waiting? While I’m waiting I’ll scroll through the apps / dimly lit on my dark screen / hiding unknown faces from those in line behind me / as if they cared / count how many heads bent over a screen / maybe read a page or two / if…
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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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little joys.
Life is full of little surprisesand tastes of joy -if only we open ourselves up to them. Why, just this morning I was delighted when a cashier asked for my IDI let out a chuckle(I’m sure you would, too)Sure, she could seeand the “19” at the startof my year of birthwould be enoughBut there would…
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CHOOSE.
You do the right thing. You follow the rules. You do all that is asked of you. You do more. You look ahead. You dream of all that could be. You hope. You plan. You smile at the encouragement, the open hands. You soon learn the promises were empty. You take a step back. The…
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steadfast.
SteadfastOr crumbling to defeatThe differencebetweenStaying the course and relentingPowerlessto fear of change.Do we stay the course when the road inclinesgrows roughbeneath our feetOr turn backlooking for a lighter courseone that does not ask for resilience Or Challenge us,demand that we grow.Steadfast – Not an enticing wordStaying the courseNot oft observedBut we dare to wander the…
letters and lattes 