Quiet, Madness

Saturday, May 16th, 2009 I do admit that I am, for the most part, a social butterfly.  I love people.  I love talking to people, and listening to everything they have to say.  I love watching people, from cafes while I drink my coffee and write.  I love to engage with...

Living the Question

Sunday, April 12th, 2009 Be patient toward everything that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you...

To Those Who Deeply Feel

Sunday, March 15th, 2009 I know it seems it would be easier…to feel less.  More than easier, it seems as though it would be the secret to making life just seem bearable most of the time.  But oh, to you who feel too much, while you have lived long in a world...

Back to Life

Saturday, March 7th, 2009 I smelled the ocean in town the other day…all the way over at the post office.  It felt like everything was coming back to life, and I could too. It isn’t as though I haven’t been alive.  I have just been in the underworld...

On My Feet

Wednesday, February 25th, 2009 For the most part we avoid falling.  It is unsure, and it might hurt.  So much better, we believe, to simply stay on your feet.  But then you are walking, perfectly sensibly along, and the ground falls out from under with you, no matter...

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