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inner dialogues 3
Life is so surprising yet so inevitable. Maybe I meant Death
I’ve been trying not to cover my face when I cry alone. Who am I hiding from?
The loss creates a vacuum, and at a certain moment there is a stillness, a peace. Maybe that’s their gift to me from beyond.
I used to think resilience was hardening to life but I think it’s knowing how to soften time and time again.
The second wave of grief is going back to normal life.
That’s what’s so hard about facts—facts are flat. They just are what they are, palatable to the mind but not the right consistency to move through the body.
My biggest hurdle in relationships is unconditionally loving myself.
Social media is a placebo for conversation. It is a place of statement.
Why are horizon lines so enticing? Clean, angular perfection, it’s a rare thing to find in nature.
Pain is from the heart, suffering from the head.
Yesterday I lined the broken edges of a seashell with golden beads. I’m experimenting with drawing attention to brokenness.
Death of mystery - how much of our story will be forgotten? It feels like not much, but we forget the delicateness of the internet.
Instead of trying to pack a bunch of experiences into one, I’m trying to remember that it’s really just one experience.
Kira tells me, “Life is too damn short to hide yourself”
Gratitude is the people’s catalyst.
maybe one? or even three? three to five, we'll make room
dame más gasolina
the clean and bright morning light
hoping
camping in the rain? we don't care!
find the good ones hand hold them close
as the mountains settle into night
Can I by Próxima Parada
Can I smile when it’s a hundred degrees?
Live like Grandma, with grace and ease?
Go ahead through the doorway, I’m right behind you
Can I be a farmer in this neighborhood?
Can I stop calling things bad and good?
I wanna accept everything as it is
Can I see the sky with fresh eyes?
I have a mirror, it’s covered in dust
And the light bulb’s been long gone
Oh, but I’ll be damned, after so many years
All the glass is still intact and I’ve got a new cloth
‘Cause I traded being blindfolded for a little mindfulness
Can I see the sky with fresh eyes?
Can I plant a tree in Death Valley?
Can it grow to feed my family?
I’ve got a bucket, some water, and two feet
Can I speak my truth without being afraid?
And if not, speak it anyway?
I’ve got some things to say, I’ve been holding it all in