...the Definition Of Humanness Is The Opportunity To Marvel At The Majesty Of Creation...

What's all this food-related guilt about?

I changed jobs, shed people, got a whole new set of daily habits, started journaling again and I am doing some of the things I really want to do, but have never made time for. But, I can still feel my mind being pulled in a thousand different directions, like whatever was wrong is still wrong. My heart is still shrinking, I get quieter by the day, the level of disinterest in me is unbelievable. The nightmares persist, I'm dreaming of drowning again. Same spiral.

"Give me your hand. Make room for me to lead and follow you beyond this rage of poetry. Let others have the privacy of touching words and the love of loss of love. For me. Give me your hand."

Maya Angelou, Poetic Justice, 1993

Vincent Van Gogh // John Keats

His name still hurts.

It is never too late to be what you might have been. -George Eliot

I'm talking to you kid, there's a life to lead.

There's something comforting about sitting in the middle of church by yourself while the worship team does soundcheck and the ushers are gathered in scattered bundles. Because you're not really alone.