I recently stumbled into the Enneagram personality typing system and it's been incredibly eye-opening for me. These past several days I've been having some lightbulb moments and new insights into my life. The other day I briefly thought about my attraction of endless synchronicites. I was recalling the recent "banana pudding" synchronicity. About a week … Continue reading How banana pudding taught me that I am never alone
Author: Grace Lucille
You left with the moon. What here remains? I both long for and hate the fact that I am still the same.
here I am
About a week ago I just quit. The daily poem challenge finally beat my ass and I surrendered. There's no possible way I can continue to write a new poem every day for a year and not go absolutely crazy. I'm dealing with health issues and emotional issues and I'm just so exhausted. Making sure … Continue reading here I am
june 7
Is there a place deep within me where this great pain cannot possibly reach? Is there a tiny space where I exist whole and unbroken, where the past has no say and the future remains unspoken? But the truth is I don't know if that's where I'd want to stay, because wouldn't that be heaven? … Continue reading june 7
june 4
Who would I be if we had never met? How different would life be if you had never talked to me? Perhaps all those phone calls never happened at all, and perhaps I never booked that trip that unforgettable spring... Let's say we never married and brought children into the world or felt the small … Continue reading june 4
god of water
I've never needed the rain so bad. I feel the earth's cry to be relieved of its thirst, just as I feel mine. The distant sounds of thunder serve to accentuate my hunger. Oh heavenly waters, do not pass us by. Do not leave me here dry, constantly praying for rain as I wither away. … Continue reading god of water
go back to the mist
Go back to the mist from whence you came. Go back to that ancient realm where everything is energy and you are simply an unimagined dream; the non-existence before conception; merely potential, and nothing more. Go back to being what cannot touch me, what cannot thrill me, what cannot leave me, what cannot hurt me. … Continue reading go back to the mist
deepest attachments
My two year old lost all his binkies today. I tried comforting him to sleep but it was just no use. He cried and cried and cried, and I felt it so deeply. This isn't about a piece of plastic and rubber. This is about my child's first real encounter with grief. His binky is … Continue reading deepest attachments
Blueness
When the leftover light of sunset fades, the room takes on a translucent blue shade. Don't turn on the lamp, Let me linger in this lingering light before surrendering myself to the night. I don't want to miss this blueness, it speaks stillness to my soul, and for one fleeting moment in time I can … Continue reading Blueness
It feels as though someone reached inside my chest and ripped my heart out, and now my compass is gone and I feel so lost and empty. I wonder, however, if it was not my heart that was ripped out, but merely the casing it was in, and that my heart is still in here … Continue reading
