You can forgive almost anyone.You understand their pain,you see the reasons behind what they did,you offer them grace, again and again.And yet, when it comes to yourself,there is no such mercy.You hold your own mistakesclose and unforgiven, sometimes for years…. Read More ›
Here and there upon your skin, small soft growths have appeared.At the folds and the creases, where skin meets skin, in the gentle places of friction and touch.They are harmless, these little tags, and yet they gather quietly, little excesses… Read More ›
Your mind feels foggy.The clear knowing you usually trustseems just out of reach.You cannot quite think straight,cannot quite feel what is true,as though a soft mist has settledbetween you and your own inner sight. You are not losing your edge.You… Read More ›
There is a trouble in your mouth that keeps returning.An ache, an inflammation, a tenderness in the gums, a weakening of the teeth that will not fully settle.You have tended it, again and again, and still it comes back, this… Read More ›
Your eyelids have begun to lower.A gentle heaviness at the edges, a softening downward, a quiet drawing of the veils over your eyes.They grow tired more easily now, these delicate curtains, and they long, it seems, to close and to… Read More ›
You are good at something.Perhaps very good.And yet, whenever it comes up,you brush it aside.Oh, it’s nothing.Anyone could do it.You shrink the gift before anyone else can,so you will never be seen as full of yourself. You are not insecure,… Read More ›
Upon your skin, marks have gathered over time.Waxy, raised, layered, as though something has settled softly onto the surface and stayed.They arrive with the passing of the years, these gentle accumulations, appearing quietly where once the skin was clear. Your… Read More ›
Something feels dimmed.The spark you used to carry,the sense of wonder, the aliveness,the quiet connection to something greater,all of it feels far away.Not quite sadness.More like a light that has gone soft and still. You are not broken.You have not… Read More ›
Upon your skin there are marks that are wholly your own.Small points where something has gathered, darkened, and settled at the surface.Some you have carried since birth, and some have arrived along the way. Your skin is holding these marks… Read More ›
There is a pain that arrives like a storm.Piercing, one-sided, gathered around the eye and the temple, sharp beyond words.It comes in cycles, in clusters, returning at its own hour, and it asks everything of you while it lasts. Your… Read More ›