God, I am a shape-shifter.Hidden in plain sight.A great disappearing act. Every now and again,when I am spinning in a tornadoof other people’s needs and wants,I worry that if I stepped out of itto stand dumbfounded for a moment,my body would cast no shadow. God, I vanish.The unnecessary painand necessary needsof others feel durable. Measurable.God,…
Blessed are you for feeling the pull,that tug back toward a part of yourselfso easily ignored.Yourself at ease.Yourself in the flow.Yourself at play. Pain or boredom or business has sucked up all the energy.But wait. Aren’t you more than a crisis firefighter? Blessed are you when you relax.When you feel young againWhen you LAY THE…
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Blessed are we, who feel the wound of fresh loss.Or of a loss… no matter how fresh… that still makes our voices crack all these years later.We who are stuck in the impossibility of it. Frozen in disbelief.How can this be? It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Blessed are we, fumbling around for easy…
Blessed are you who have reached a new age—even if it doesn’t seem to fit. It may feel too big. Too reductive. Too limiting.It may be marked by a life you barely recognize. The kids who have all moved out or settled somewhere far away.Or they have never left and you’re wondering if you’ll ever get…
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