“No mourning can heal the wound of neverness.”
—Dr. Idel Dreimer, lumpenbangenpiano.com
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Fusion
Sometimes we can’t let go of the pain because we think it’s the only thing holding us together.
Grounded
Seek not the flattery of
In progress
Be a student of life and a lifelong student.
O! Nature
Nature —
exquisite beauty and elegance
antique yet fresh
blackout poetry created from “Pericles,” Plutarch’s Lives, Dryden’s 1859 Clough translation
Release
the wisdom of age
takes root to blossom
in crevices of the brain
emptied by letting go
Entranced
autumn leaves rustle
the tension out of me
on pleasant breezy days
sunlit gentle tree, i am
a ragdoll under your sway
Fractal
shards of memory
jagged-edged
broken emotions —
wholeness
is the fossil
of childhood —
growing up
fractures
many things —
So simple
Sometimes my husband says really smart things. Today during a conversation on our lunch breaks, it was this—
Me: “How can I let go of something like that?”
Him: “Shift + Delete”
Ossifight
Somehow, I got old
before really learning to be young
the old in my bones is calcified
the young in my soul is still growing
End of life
no matter which end-of-life decisions were made,
there are always regrets, there is always that guilt —
live parts of me holding onto memories of a dying you
dead parts of me holding onto living memories of you
Middle ground
Failure is not frailty.
Success never guarantees.
Angles
The sun shines different ways in summer and winter. And we shine differently in the seasons of our lives.