Tag Archives: gifts of the spirit

Two-Percenters/Finn (again)

“…and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent…” Finn Butler This week, my sister … Continue reading

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Prayers of the antagonostics

I am scared today God. Slept hard, woke up exhausted, spent, alone. Thank you for the quiet center in this space where you are. I apologize. I am very sorry that it takes a bulldozer, a crane, a trained hostage negotiator, sixteen mules, … Continue reading

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Theatre(er)

I. somewhere under all this not me beyond all the stalling stammering sputtering half-started never-finished stuff is me the weighted blanketed disappeared me the girl in the snowball bush dirt floor and a broomweed broom making up stories peeking through … Continue reading

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Operating instructions

The moment came in the dying, then in being seated with the dead. Before you ever found your footing, the quilt was laid across your shoulders. The heft of it kept you grounded, so much so that in the first … Continue reading

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Champagne/real pain

And what to do with this? The champagne that I’d bought to celebrate the end of treatments and Mark’s victory over cancer. Representative of failure, a moment in the grocery store and my sudden, half-assed attempt to rouse his spirits … Continue reading

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Whatever is true

I had a great birthday. Birthdays are not my thing. I don’t handle them well. From childhood on, the days leading up to my August birthday have always been a minefield of hurt feelings. I become hypersensitive (more than usual), … Continue reading

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