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Raising adults

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I want to open my hands and release all of the threads — to feel cool, new air on my palms, the caress of it on my lifelines, this whisper of unburdened hope.

Something more

“Love isn’t emptying yourself out – it’s the exact opposite! It is filling yourself to the brim, to the bursting, with the essence of someone else, and doing the same in return for them. It isn’t a diminishment into the absence of oneself; love is the something more that only comes with┬ásomeone more.”

Everyday worship

In the day-to-day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshiping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship…


“The more I struggle to hold onto your memory, the more I must forget, because it is easy for hurt to overwhelm love, and I only want the love to be left.”

Mixed emotions

“My world changed when you entered it. I can’t go back even though I can turn around and see it just outside the edge of my reach. You’ve pulled me into the future — I will love you forever for that and I’ll never forgive you for it either.”

Be afraid

We…are members of a noble but hideously flawed species; capable of performing amazing feats, ably practising medicine or parenting with love for many years, and then of turning around and blowing up our existence with a single rash move. We should be scared. — Alain de Botton,┬áThe News: A User’s Manual

Clean consciences

A clean conscience is the preserve of those without sufficient imagination. — Alain de Botton, The News: A User’s Manual

a sound of hope

I miss the sound of hope which escaped into my universe every time your lips parted

A disentangling

I am slowly reaching the state, the place, the gracement of acceptance. It is a loss–an absence where I could not have one–but it is not a loss like that of a battle. A relationship should not be, is not, a battle, two combatants locked in gladiatorial exigence. It is either an entangling or an … Continue reading

Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

April 2018
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