You.

Last night I cried. It all became too much; the constant pain, The loved ones who have died, The dire gloom and doom from every side, The heavy chain Of trauma I have dragged about for years. Decades of fears – Of failing, falling, fear itself – rushed in And overflowed my fractured dam with…

Screaming Demons

Someone, please tell me it’s going to be ok. I spend my life…

Breathe

Here, take a breath Come from a mountain High in the Himalayas Take it in, reverently; Savor – Now release, an offering to trees Deep in the Amazon. Rest. In, salt-kissed Caribbean air Warmed, as you, by the sun; Hold that joy, Then out, A gift for the green of Ireland. Wonder – How you…

Forgiveness – It’s Never About Them

Forgiveness is a fraught topic. The Online Etymological Dictionary entry for “forgive” suggests its origin is as follows: Old English forgiefan “give, grant, allow; remit (a debt), pardon (an offense),” also “give up” and “give in marriage” (past tense forgeaf, past participle forgifen); from for-, here probably “completely,” + giefan “to give” (from PIE root *ghabh- “to give or receive”). “Completely given” makes sense…

Nightmare Skies

I have lived my worst nightmare  more than once.  It’s just as bad as it sounds, and not.  Anticipation holds more fear; fear holds more pain, and pain more grief, than the nightmares themselves.  Even nightmare skies hold stars. 

“Even”ing

My therapist suggested this week that maybe my life is too full. You think? I have three kids, I work and I go to school. In the cracks I manage to fit in several hefty hobbies and a half-decent social life. And I juggle all of this with a chronic illness. I love my life,…