I forget how depression feels sometimes. That’s dangerous. To forget isn’t an option. I have to remind myself how sneaky and insidious it is. I must remember what it felt like to be its prisoner. Depression as a room and me held captive against my will. I am so grateful to have escaped this room……
Because I don’t feel brave. Because I want to be brave. Because I need to be brave. Because, when it counts… I am brave. ~Hastywords 10 WAYS TO BE BRAVE Love yourself. This is one of the hardest things to do for many, many reasons. Sometimes, in order to love yourself…
I wish we didn’t need sleep but we do. I’m starting to feel age creeping into my bones and my brain and now more than ever I’m realizing how important for a clear and stable mind sleep is. Brittle bones Trapped In a bag of flesh Fat dissolving Organs hardening Brain short Short Short-circuiting Life…
Racism is just another reason to be a bully… and it needs to stop. A true story written by Byron Hamel THE ROOK by Byron Hamel Did I ever tell you about the time I protected two black children from a Neo-Nazi skinhead who was crazy angry and getting violent because their mother was white?…
There is this little shadow that lurks inside the light. Like an impossible shadow that shouldn’t exist because of all the light. It carries with it energy and it looks for thoughts it can eat so it can grow. It likes negative thoughts the most but it can sustain itself on little frustrating or nagging…
People work hard at orchestrating how other people feel. Their need to be loved and liked is powerful. I wasn’t very old the first time I realized not everyone liked me. I met a woman who was in her late 20’s before she realized not everyone liked her. She remembers the revelation as traumatic because…
The world is speeding A blurry comet streaking A surface full of ghosts Wondering dazed in a fog Give me this day our… What are the words? The prayer we used to say When all went wrong? He’s got the whole world In the palm of his hand And he’s bouncing it Banking it off…
There is a placeDeep inside meFolded thoughtsAssassins to beStealthily quietTrying to find meAs dancing flames Burn below me And blinking stars Make promises To a braver me
Kids can be super picky eaters. Mine was no exception. She’s grateful though because she knows we live in a land of plenty. Even if she doesn’t love it she learned early to say thank you. And she actually LOVES Brussels. It’s the way her nose scrunches up When she doesn’t like the menu How…
Today doesn’t feel like a lovely day but there are people who put lovely things into the world. Bill Withers passed away. He wrote so many beautiful and inspiring songs. Instead of writing my own words I’ll borrow a song from him today. When I wake up in the morning, loveAnd the sunlight hurts my…
