Do you think we mistake a broken ego for a broken heart?
Author Archives: Neil Durso
Knots
There’s a phrase, “A knot in my chest.” It is not, “A knot in my heart.” Why?
Fear
I don’t know that the messiness of being human can be better summed up than in that four-letter word that starts with F:)
Partly cloudy
A strange day of mixed messiness I see from my back porch while I sip. I see shadows, and the brightness of sunshine, but no blue sky. Lots of birds singing love songs to prospective mates, and a distant lawnmower’s soothing drone, human industry and imposition of neatness. Messy mix
Dark Night of the Soul (6) – Dad & His Family. Ours
Whom shall I love? “Whichever one needs it most in the moment.” For she or he is the Christface set before me.
Ear kiss in gray morn
Coffee before the sun comes up. But there was no sunrise today. The gray dawn grew merely more brightly gray
Feel with Neil 