My taste changed when there was enough distance not to hope for a moment of time over tea.
The change I crave is uncomfortable.
It is an unruly child screaming at a pitch fit to pierce attention.
I stick my neck out. Because I will break before I see a system make another bend too far.
How silly it is to be confident in the structure of a minute.
I understand you have a lot on your plate, and you’re often in a rush to feel heard. You speak the language of fear and trepidation. It must be hard to live in a state of constant doubt, but what else do you know? I must say, I wasn’t aware how many different forms youContinue reading “Dear Inner Critic”
“That’s not coriander!” She yells at me when I try to be too serious. “Those are the ashes of a dragonfly who has been blessed with the fart of a giant upon its wings!”
I stopped taking pictures of myself as our conversations tapered off.
There is something lovely about an overwhelming happiness
demanding to be felt and experienced.
Often, we pretend to be present as our feet stretch with anticipation to reach the future.
Where is the magic of an inner child who trudges through emotional warfare?