Turns out, I’m not very good at being with myself. I’ve spent so much time trying to outrun my desire, my anger, and my tenderness because those things have always felt much more like afflictions than gifts. The question of what I want has always been a bit intimidating, but these days, I’m trying to slow down a bit and listen to what my body and soul are saying.
Read MoreWhen we’re willing to sacrifice the health and wellbeing of our neighbors for the sake of our own wealth, power, and comfort, it is a sure sign that our affections are grossly out of order.
Read MoreIf he is trustworthy, and what he says is true—that he is in the business of making everything new, then it must mean that there is still room for mercy, even here, in the middle of the valley of the shadow of empire.
Read MoreMy ego would rather I not write tonight, because truthfully, what I most need to say is that I’m feeling tender and weak and a bit untethered. My ego has always hated the idea that someday, I might look in the mirror and feel compassion for the woman staring back at me, so it tries to keep me from ever looking for too long.
Read MoreThoughts on singing, shopping, social infrastructure and more.
Read MoreNo one else has seen my weakness quite the way that you have. No one has seen me more confused, more impatient, more angry, more fearful. I’ve known for a while now that this chapter of us was winding down, and I have been searching everywhere for the just right words to say.
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