I’ll tell you a secret … I’ve been a little distracted lately. Harried. Fractured. Busy. (Which — I’ll tell you — is a very modern and grown-up kind of brokenness.) But today, I went for a walk in the woods — something I haven’t done for months now. I disappeared into a hole in the […]
Category: Confessional
Two Roads …
I’ll tell you a secret: for a little while I’ve been standing at a crossroads. Stuck fast. Big, hard-edged life choices have always been difficult for me, with my watery, soft-smudged way of seeing the world, and this season is no exception. The roads are diverging for me, and whichever way I choose has the […]
this is what my subconscious sounds like …
Insomnia Diaries — 7/20/2014 if i should be transformed then oh — let the gods make me a bird to sing my secrets to the ear unheard. * at night the bush below my window burns — the nest inside catching like tinder. one small bird leaps up, alight, feathers on fire, its […]
Insomnia: a storm & a silver lining…
It’s true, what I’ve been telling you here over the past two days: Insomnia is hard. And it’s dark. But also, it’s beautiful… and to stay silent about that would be the worst kind of ingratitude. I know… I know. It sounds crazy to say that there could be something magical about night terrors and […]
Flashback: what an insomniac doesn’t tell you…
Yesterday, I told you that I’d spend this week talking a little bit about my struggle with insomnia: Its darkness… And its light. The post below is the first I ever wrote about my disordered sleeping patterns … And as far as I can tell, it’s the *only* post in which I ever talked about it […]
the things I don’t want you to know about me…
Can I tell you a secret? Almost a month ago, our little corner of the world observed Insomnia Awareness Day … and I didn’t write a word. That’s bothering me now. Truth be told, I make an excellent voice for those of us who suffer from insomnia. I came into the world sleepless and howling, […]
Ask me anything …
Can I tell you a secret? It’s weird, keeping a blog. I post photographs and snippets of poetry — sometimes shamelessly personal prose. I dream in blazing black-and-white, and then I come here and splash those dreams on the screen. Still, though … There’s so very little you know about me. And you know what […]
Why I’m not afraid of Winter … for once.
The cold comes in slow: white fog that slides over the mountains at night. Hangs in wreaths around the peaks. Usually, I fear the winter. I see it as a long night when my summer radiance sleeps, curled up like a crocus under snow. But this year… This year I’m hopeful. * I often hear the phrase, “Oh, […]
I am going to tell you a secret now …
At least once a week, some kind, well-meaning person asks me when I am going to write a book. And inside, where you can’t see it, I flinch. Now, the Current Me, the one you can see standing in front of you — she doesn’t flinch. She stands there with her smooth face and her smile, […]
This is me, before I wore my body like a ball & chain … {on innocence lost … & joy reclaimed}
The other day, while rummaging around in an old box of photos, I stumbled over this snapshot from the 1990s, and I just couldn’t look away: For two days now I’ve been going back to it, trying to puzzle what it is about the image that haunts me so. And then today, it struck me: […]