Last night I fumbled through the stacks of paperish things I had sitting out in my art room. I pulled them out of boxes and drawers last week. My friend Jen and I were doing a little inventory. Making a plan. That was Wednesday. Thursday she was gone. I was touching each thing last night… Continue reading A Few Quarters
At the temple there is a poem called “Loss” carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it. –Arthur Golden I’m grinding my teeth again and sleep is elusive. I fumbled around last night looking for my nightguard. It wasn’t… Continue reading Broken Road
I have no words. More loss. I don’t know where to put it all anymore.
“Sometimes it still hurts. It’s a thing, you know” This is what a guy I’ll call Joe said to me after I asked how he lost his foot. Joe lingers in the area where I work. Sometimes I share water or gloves or a few bucks. He told me “it wasn’t war” (even though he… Continue reading Phantom Pain
I should be finishing a letter tonight. Or making cards. But I feel like I need to write (if only to reassure myself) about two tragedies ( of too many ) on the trail this summer. Sam Sayers is still missing. Hope hasn’t died but the light is dimming. She headed out on August 1st… Continue reading What Is Essential
Maybe the deepest losses are the ones where you lose your sense of self. It can happen in an instant. It can happen when you feel rejected or when you mistakenly believe that you aren’t good enough. Your “worthiness” isn’t something to be measured. Your worth is something to hold gently and firmly in your heart.