March 2009
4 posts
i abhor clutter
this past weekend, i did some spring cleaning in my house. my mother has always picked at me because i’m the OPPOSITE of a hoarder. i toss things like mad. i donate them mostly, but i never hesitate to toss things aside that i never have a use for- nor feel attached to. and i don’t even bother with items that will require more of an investment of my energy and time than i am likely to...
security
when we know who we are, we are secure… when we are secure, we have peace… when we have peace, we can be compassionate… when we are compassionate, we love. ~me.
Things My Son Should Know After I’ve Died
I was young once. I dug holes near a canal and almost drowned. I filled notebooks with words as carefully as a hunter loads his shotgun. I had a father also, and I came second to an addiction. I spent a summer swallowing seeds and nothing ever grew in my stomach. Every woman I kissed, I kissed as if I loved her. My left and right hands were rivals. After I hit puberty, I was kicked out...