The Light Has Come

The Light Has Come

Thank you to Corinne and Gabby for inspiring me to write this when I considered silence instead. Sometimes silence is helpful and others it’s simply a way to withhold love. Withholding love leads to suffering. I don’t want to suffer...
All That’s Left Unfelt

All That’s Left Unfelt

I wasn’t even sure how to start this post because it seems to me that I write about the same things over and over. And then it seems that I confuse my writing with my thoughts because, for me, they are so closely linked. What has been smack-dab in front of my...
As a Child Speaks

As a Child Speaks

Because he has this knack for speaking from his heart and because he means no harm, it’s hard not to fall in love with him. This child with hopes so simple and sweet. Ever since the moment I laid eyes on my son, I could feel a visceral connection. He knows when...
The Path Out of Panic

The Path Out of Panic

And it was out of the blue that I saw it. A spark, clear and bright. Brief in its appearance, gentle in its message. The truth of it burned into my brain like a brand: I was afraid. “Why does this always surprise me? Why do my eyes sting with the realization...
Shadowboxing

Shadowboxing

All the words within me are hiding behind curtains, clinging hard to the fabric- unwilling to show their faces. I want to shake them. There are times when I am so sick and tired of fear, of pretending, of shallowness clothed in martyrdom. I rage against it....
Crushed.

Crushed.

Crushed. Between waves, between shores. We have been crushed. Bordering two thoughts: One a pull-under into dark and frightening waters, The other a graceful release to the Light. Created in a faceless void of longing, we wade. Yet it’s all a dream, a...
Another Peak to Climb

Another Peak to Climb

Just when I think I’ve climbed the mountain, the clouds part to reveal another peak. But I want to sleep. I want to hide. I want to retreat into my cave of comfort and pretend: there is no change, no challenge, no fire-breathing dragon at my back. I’m...
Two Voices

Two Voices

There are two voices in our heads. I know it may seem like there’s a whole circus of them in there, but in my -albeit limited- experience, there are just two. Let’s start with the shitty one. The one that tells you how limited you are, how unlovable, how...
Those Lessons with Layers

Those Lessons with Layers

My friend walked beside me, protectively. He always insisted on walking on the side closest to the road- said his mother taught him that. I appreciated the gesture. It was something I never thought about unless I was with my children and that felt more like a frantic...
Afraid of Love

Afraid of Love

We walked the local Rail Trail, my friend and I, an old railroad path connecting Hamilton to Brantford, Canada. The trees were a tall, sheltering canopy from the early September sun above us, leaves still mostly green and rustling in the subdued wind. I was anxious...
Two Women, a Margarita and the Truth

Two Women, a Margarita and the Truth

I want a margarita,” I said slapping my hand down on the counter in my old friend’s kitchen. She turned to look at me, amused and raised an eyebrow. “It’s that kind of afternoon, is it?” I nodded, pouting wordlessly. My friend shook her...
A Way

A Way

  He sees more than he says and feels much more than he’d ever confess, but there’s a way to him. There’s a way through the vines and the steel, straight into a soul he claims will never heal. ‘I like the sadness,’ he says. ‘It suits me.’ It suits him until his...