Peace is not the absence of conflict, it is the conscious facing of our brutal reality to actively but safely wrestle with our discomforts as we reconstruct a destination we’ve yet to imagine. xo
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The False Impressionist
The ghost carcass Exoskeleton Stamped Naked bones in the wet impostered earth Cheap cement substitutes Trampled tramp Another line, The same ones Over and again You take up all my useless time So I sit Perched above the baby fork A fish out of water Poking overcooked yoke Wondering if you ever gave a shit…Read more The False Impressionist
The Trip of a Lifetime
I hate flying, all that turbulence and being strapped into a ride or die situation with no control over anything. Despite the screaming, shaking, seat kicking, neck spasming, ultimate discomfort of hurtling through space with nothing but jet fuel and some underpaid pilot attempting to defy the laws of gravity; I have this innate yearning…Read more The Trip of a Lifetime
Sweater Weather
This morning he tells me sons and daughters will prophecy, dream dreams, see visions and nothing happens without action. As for the steps and which direction to take, apparently we're to wait for signs and wonders, act on our free will, screw up, beg for mercy, humbly accept, put on a bunch of armor, do…Read more Sweater Weather
She Lived
Not since Harry Potter have I devoured a book over 400 pages so quickly and then cried knowing I'd have to wait an untold number of months (years?) to find out what happens next. Throughout this book, however, I found peace in knowing the very real and accomplished author is currently living a colorful, nourished,…Read more She Lived
The Hanged Man
Sociopaths and narcissists justify their offenses against other living beings through objectification and a deeply seeded sense of entitlement rooted in unresolved trauma. For instance, Jeffrey Epstein compared the girls he abused to bagels, leading me to wonder: What happened to Jeffery and all his bagel molesting friends? It’s worth reading this Atlantic article as…Read more The Hanged Man
Shoes
A lifetime ago I took my grandparents to a museum at Harvard. After spending hours touring galleries, I asked my Papa, a steady man of few words, which painting was his favorite. With no further prompting he quickly said, “the shoes...there they were, just three pair of shoes...” and his eyes filled with tears. The…Read more Shoes
