“Oh hey there.” I felt myself say.Smiling in recognition,Sighing in relief.I found Joy on the steps to Swami’s,Never knowing I had let Her go.
River, riverFlowing throughWilderness.Ripples, RippleHaunting hollowsStillness.Rivulet, RivuletRunning roundFinessesRivers, riversPouring drownedCaresses.
How much brokenness is just enough to let the hurt go and heal? I often find myself asking this when an object that my grandmother touched is changed, broken, or lost. Today, it is not my grandmother, her belongings or her memories that are changed, broken, or lost. The only variable in this equation of... Continue Reading →