Standing beneath an elaborate archway I ponder how to explain it all exactly.
“Your acting strange. he snarled.”
“Here! Help me dig some holes.”
“I do enough of that, sister, in this cemetery.”
I looked up. His dragon green eyes were bearing down on me.
“Tree poppies have paper thin walls.” I said softly.
- an artfulfairytale
"After years of being lost, I am working hard to be the fullest
expression of me with friends and strangers, in my journal or in the
grocery store: fleshy, messy, human me. There is room for all of us out
there; we do not have to make ourselves small to fit into this world. We
are together for such a short time, this body and I — when I remember
this I let out a breath and sink into accepting that this is all there
is. A body, a breath, a hunger for food, for love, for communion with
others. This body is not all of me, but it reflects me so well. I let
the world see my confidence when I straighten my back and walk tall…My
body is a map of my life, guidebook to my desires, and every day I add
to the story."
This I Know:
Notes on Unraveling the Heart