Originally posted in my old newsletter, “It’s Hard Being Human,” on September 24th, 2021 I watched from just a few feet away. The sky was crystal blue, reflecting stillness off the lake’s water, bringing life to the emerald green in the forest around as the slow, setting sun warmed my skin with the evening breeze. … More Needy One
Originally posted in my old newsletter, “It’s Hard Being Human,” on September 17th, 2021 I sit alone in the warmth of the sunits light exposing me in privateseeing metouching every inch of my body — the top of my head, the tip of my nose, my eyes closed,my belly clothed,all the way to my bare feet. I … More The roly-poly & a year in review
Originally posted in my old newsletter, “It’s Hard Being Human,” on September 9th, 2021 At grief’s mercy, I’m reminded of my smallness — disoriented and powerless. At grief’s mercy, I wait for the ocean’s swell to rise, to fold in on herself and roll her foamy, white, water into my little body — I wait for her waves to … More A Prayer: at Grief’s mercy
Originally posted in my old newsletter, “It’s Hard Being Human,” on August 20th, 2021 I used to wear a mask. It looked like self-righteousness — a nice, humanly knitted mask that convinced me of my goodness. I never do anything wrong, so I’m a good person, a “good Christian.” I don’t sin, so I don’t … More A Poem: I used to wear a mask
Originally posted in my old newsletter, “It’s Hard Being Human,” on August 13th, 2021 I used to want to throw rocks at God’s face. Every time I imagine myself doing this, I see myself on the beach in Hawaii at sunset, because I lived in Hawaii the first time I had this felt-need to throw … More I used to want to throw rocks at God’s face
Originally posted in my old newsletter, “It’s Hard Being Human,” on August 6th, 2021 It’s hard being human. Yes, it is. It’s hard to honor our limits. To recognize that time is not on our side all the time. To admit we need help, and we need to feed ourselves and we need to rest … More The Unraveling Perfectionist