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Trust

2011-12-09T21:31:20-05:00

Your breathing comes from a calm inside your chest. Your eyes are closed; you have the atmosphere of sleep. In the heat of your arms, which have gone loose around me, I am aware of the wind, blowing above our bedsheets. Can you love a man for his mysteries? For the stories he tells? Can you base the decision on something like faith? How many facts do you need? How much does someone need to tell you before you know the stretch and the scent of his soul? I have friends who speak of settling down the way others might speak of choosing furniture, trying on a number of partners for size, and finally, like a comfortable recliner, one fit. Other people fall in love with a person without stopping to measure or analyze, without systematically screening and filtering and testing for proof of long-term compatibility. I fall into the...

What Do You Do?

2011-11-07T19:30:45-05:00

What do you do When he takes your face in his hands looks at you deeply Touches your spirit And kisses you as though There have been no others Just tell me what you do when he says Being with you is more important than Christmas and flowers? How much does he need to tell you before you know the stretch and smell of his soul? What do you do when he just happens to you? Let him.

11 Ways To Live Life Rather Than Survive It

2011-09-27T21:22:44-04:00

When I came to 24 years ago and was thrown headfirst into a world that didn’t include booze and drugs, I decided I was going to put out as much energy into learning a new way of living without booze and drugs as I had in living life with them. When I became disabled 13 years ago as the result of an incomplete spinal cord injury, I also became determined to live life rather than merely survive it. When the man I had shared much of my adult life with suddenly announced he wasn’t sure he loved me anymore one week after our 15th anniversary and I found myself joining the ranks of the newly single a short two months later, I remained loyal to my resolve to live life rather than survive it. It didn’t matter that I didn’t know how to accomplish those things. It just mattered that...

Faith With A Hole In The Middle

2011-09-16T12:06:20-04:00

Sometimes I feel I'm held together with old rubber bands a little string and bits of dry-rotted cloth gripping the tail of a forgotten half-filled helium party balloon tied loosely to a dilapitated white picket fence the worn whitewash rubbing off easily leaving powdery white smears on one's hands impossible to wipe off without marking something else Nothing solid to tether myself to nothing tangible nothing sure only faith with a hole in the middle juggled and tossed by a capricious wind (9.7.2011)

The Best They Could

2011-08-21T17:22:44-04:00

Darlene and I have been Internet friends for several years and we've shared a lot of our histories with each other via e-mails and over the phone so I was delighted to see her blog Emerging From Broken launch. If you are working through or have issues around "brokenness", it's a really good read. So, after reading this post , I commented: "You know, someone very near and dear to me once said while I was venting and ranting about the shit childhood I had: ” I think if we gave out a manual on how to raise successful, confident, well-adjusted and happy adults with child born, every new parent would read it”. My only change to this statement is that I believe *most* every parent would read it because after all there are some really fucked up individuals out there; but for the majority of us, I do believe...