The price of apathy is the soul becoming inextricably tethered to the suffering of others; which is to mean we are complicit. Never abdicate power to the darkness or let it replace your strength with fear. Remain human; remain in the light. Continue to give hope to the voiceless so they will always know they…Read More
I know sometimes it can feel like we get up just so we can fall down again – and that the process of getting up can seem to take forever…because we are human and can only heal so much at a time. Even while we heal we are fending off new threats to our well-being;…Read More
Every day I struggle with small things. Things I know I can handle, not because they are small but because I’m still here and I’ve never not been able to get through to the next moment, and the next small thing.
Sometimes I struggle with big things. Things I do not know yet if I can handle; life-changing, reality-altering, things-will-never-be-the-same-ever kinds of things. But, I can be sure that, moment by moment, I will get through…to the next big thing.
Because, I’m still here.
Every day we struggle with small things. Things we know we can handle, not because they are small but because we’re still here and we’ve never not been able to get through to the next moment, and the next small thing.
Sometimes we struggle with big things. Things we do not know yet if we can handle; life-changing, reality-altering, things-will-never-be-the-same-ever kinds of things. But, we can be sure that, moment by moment, we will get through…to the next big thing.
Because we’re still here, together.
The thing to remember is: you cannot change people; all you can do is show them love. We do not stop loving them because they are flawed. WE ARE ALL FLAWED. Love is absolute, people are not.Read More
I woke up today with a thought at the very front of my brain: “What cannot be unsaid or unwritten can be acknowledged and forgiven.” I must have had some really cathartic dreams last night to have such a pressing and emotion-driven phrase looping in and out of my mind, interrupting my morning routine. I…Read More
One of my favorite poets and authors, Maya Angelou, has passed away. She was 86. Maya Angelou spoke at my college graduation in 1998. I was much too young (read: starving and ready to get a real job) to appreciate her speech, her presence. It’s always bothered me that I “wasn’t listening closely enough” then.…Read More
When I was 18 years old I went away to college. 1100 miles… away. Even though it was the furthest I had ever traveled from the very small town I was from, I had almost no fear. My parents, amazingly, drove me all the way to Georgia, got me set up in my dorm and…Read More