…I can picture you getting on the floor, eye level with them as toddlers…
Category Archives: reflections on worth
Samson 45
I wondered if the fixed smile–as I perceived it–wasn’t also a wince from hurt carried constantly conscious. Inescapable.
What kind of strength is weakness?
It’s the kind of fortitude and okayness that come only from soaking up the outpouring from a ripped open heart.
Searching for the word “compassion.” A two-person chat
Love is a mess of romance and compassion. Compassion can remain.
Brown is beautiful – inspired by KC & JS
Therapeutic tunnels promising greener grass succeed when they dump us back on the brown patch where we began.
Inspired by Susan C
As, by aging, wisdom besets me absent volition, a realization unfolds from within… some interpersonal relationships perhaps born of transaction or convenience evolve to survive…
