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To Begin Again
It is hard to start over, hard to begin again, when the lines you think you might color outside turn out to be not lines, not grooves, but chasms. Inside and outside, they are the borders that keep you where … Continue reading
All Hearts
Endings comes in many forms — sometimes in weeping fits, like a child who needs rest — and sometimes in silence, in brittleness, where the piece of glass that is your heart, once rendered unto dust, must be forged into … Continue reading
Offer
Two thousand years ago and two thousand years hence, it made little difference what gifts are brought; the only thing that matters is that they are given in reverence.
Dec 24th
Every year, the same traditions, the same memories binding us together. There are those who think of them as a mud that weighs down our feet, keeps us from moving. I like to think they are the mortar that holds … Continue reading
The Next Morning
After the longest night of the year, we waited quietly for the morning to come. We held hands and sang lowly, in the cold, our breath mingling in frosty fog. We did not know the world had passed us by, … Continue reading