Tag: grief
The Talk Beneath the Talk
Turns out I’m always trying to illuminate the thing that feels big but unspoken at any given moment in my life.
Firmament
Still chipping away at this quilt I started on a whim in the spring.
Tender/Dangerous
Touch is a cornerstone of survival in this season.
Current Feelings (But Also Actually Past Feelings)
“It’s rare that I feel dreadful while I’m having my tea and scrawling pages into my journal outside in the sun first thing in the morning, so whatever’s coming for me today will, at the very least, abate for a half hour tomorrow. This helps to remember.”
A View (3)
Every divot in the trail is a spring.
Unselfing/Reselfing
…a whole realm of people who could look at every passing thought and doodle and hard-won victory and low moment and interview and blog post and reflect back someone cohesive and true.
They are both darkness: they are both lights.
“There will be a lot of sewing last year’s fragments with this year’s threads.”
Events of the Week
Even if he’s fine, we’re left carrying the weight of how it could’ve gone.
Tell Me I’ll Be Okay
I lie in the dark and let their accents and words wash over me, one by one. A house in the mountains of northern New Mexico. A warm beach. A particular couch in a family room.
Three Ephemeral Website Things
A few rhyming pieces from this week: 1. Sarah wrote a lovely, somewhat bittersweet post about finally closing her Photobucket account, which touched on a lot of what I find difficult about maintaining an archive of one’s creative work online as an artist, rather than just a writer: I’ve never been sentimental about my childhood … Continue reading Three Ephemeral Website Things