Tag: peace

on crossing out of strange lands

  Kiddo has been home for a little over six weeks now, and it’s begun to feel normal, which is wonderful and also strange. We’re a year into this college thing now, and it seems designed to keep everyone slightly off- kilter, which is not as unpleasant as that might sound. When she first left it was so disconcerting; there…

on living with a hurricane

I’ve been working on this thing lately, a push to regain my body. It’s exhausting. Regaining your health really takes it out of you, as it turns out. Funny, right? Maybe I just needed to hit a really low point first, though, in order to gain the momentum. It gets jumbled. Either way, here I am, scuttling from one appointment…

we are all alone together

Oh, 2013. You, you, you. We really had no idea. Let’s just get it out of the way: 2013, I’m glad to be nearly clear of you. I had high hopes, with a number like 2013- it seemed auspicious in that funnily backwards way, and I really thought it would work out for us. You’re a nasty, tricky piece of…

on limits and acceptance

With all of the bedrest I have had lately, I’ve spent a lot of time sitting and thinking. A few of the things I have realized: 1.   I am not good at accepting my limitations. This relapse was almost guaranteed, I think. I could see its beginnings right after the fire: the stress of the fire and the dissolution of…

in this now

I’m in bed, insomniatic, listening to Sam breathe. As miserable as I know tomorrow will be, I am grateful for this moment. We are here, we are we, this is now. Tonight I’ll lay awake and not dream of other countries, other places and faces, other lives. Tonight I will give myself this moment, nothing more or less: safe and…