Broken vs Broken

5
February, 2020
Cycles, Grief, Hope

I took my forehead off the mirror
lifting my gaze from knuckles gripped like camouflage to the white porcelain sink
and caught my own reflection.

I watched closely as each tear traced the same pathway
from my eyes down the rough terrain of my face,

collecting at the bottom
until the weight (and gravity)
allowed grief
to drip heavily from my chin.

Then,
one Lone Ranger—my tear of hope—
foraged a new path,
reminding me:

Cycles can be broken.

 

Photo credit: Ron Smith

Hello Darkness, My Old Friend

Hello Darkness, My Old Friend

Most of the time, we are forced into change by circumstance, but for the first time I am walking there willingly. The kindest and most loving thing we can do is to walk straight into our darkness and face it.

Painting New Life

Painting New Life

This is a little farewell note acknowledging that while I’m leaving city life to my younger, more energetic contemporaries, I’m also painting new life into my own new landscape.

More on Trust

More on Trust

Growth is on the other side of our comfort zone, and surrender & trust are often difficult to do–especially in times of uncertainty–but they go hand-in-hand in giving you the real safety and security you desire in life.