The Watcher

I am a raven sat on a streetlight The Watcher As feet trudge by and shadows lengthen into night Time passes; I see all.

Random Thoughts on Forgiveness

I like to play around with words. Forgiveness, in its original and primary sense, refers to the cancellation of a debt. According to the Online Etymology Dictionary, the word comes from for–, (probably meaning in this case “completely,”) and giefan, meaning “to give”. So when you forgive a debt, you basically just change whatever the…

No One Can Ever Make You Feel That Way Again

You know better now. It came to me the other night, as all the best thoughts do, while I was drifting between waking and sleep. I am so afraid of the feelings of unworthiness, of being unloved and unwanted, that I often hide in my shell, refusing to take chances. But the truth is that…

Moving Beyond Triggers

The trigger isn’t the trauma. For example, a veteran with PTSD might be triggered by loud noises. We understand that the loud noises are associated with the trauma of experiencing a battle or surviving an attack. But the loud noises are not what actually caused the damage; they are just something the brain has associated…

Transition

If you’ve never experienced labor, then you have not had the singular experience of going through transition. But transition is the best metaphor for what I am feeling right now, so let me try to explain. Maybe some of you can relate. Transition is the period of labor starting when the woman’s cervix approaches maximum dilation…

The Wild

So many years I toed the line…

Inward

I am the sea In a grain of sand, A life in the blink of an eye, All of the earth in one body, All of the stars in one infinite sky Inward and inward and inward I turn, Upward and upward I struggle to climb And the farther I go, The closer I am…

Solstice Song

The longest nights have come again, another year grown old; Time slows down as if it also thickens with the cold. Summer’s superfluities have warmer lands to roam, So every soul remaining is a soul who’s truly home. Earth’s tucked in deep and still beneath bright, spangled velvet skies, Or shifting curtain-strings of rain, or…