Waiting to be Born

What is waiting to be born inside me, hope and delicate, childlike faith and courage.  I am wrecked, at the moment.  Empty, consumed, used up and useful to no one. This life is too much to bear. I’m waiting for it. I’m wavering, it is flickering within enough to burn. Bright and on, or out….

A Crack in Your Life, That’s How the Light Gets In

I spent most of my life numb and afraid. I spent the next while trying to fix myself.  Then, I began to let go of control. Now life is a daily letting go. “Maybe you have to have a crack in your disbelief, that’s how the light gets in.” I am fighting, kicking and screaming…

{on feeling the crazies and hoping, still}

some days just are. crazy that is, when you wonder how to catch your breath.  and realize in a shocking moment that you may not be taking in h20.  and yet miraculously you’re still alive. panic, dread and fear threaten to consume. some internal, perfectionist voice screaming: this can’t be right? how can parenting be so hard?…