life is (finish the sentence or leave it at is) we can learn how to engage with ourselves differently together. to quote daughter, you can still be who you want to, who you said you were when i met you.
we’re collections of forever breathing across moments following a river toward the memories of who we were when we were
here.
it’s okay, lovely. say yes to life.
there’s more to find out here in the depths of your beautiful heart. not everyone is trying to get you. not everyone is trying to use you. to quote baths, i still trust that men can be lovely
believe it or not, some folks are doing heavy work on themselves. this culture is sick. that sickness is still in me. i found some medicine. come home to yourself.
please?
look me in the eyes and say a true thing. it’s okay to be a person. you get to be seen, known and loved.
say yes. say no. say nothing. be. breathe. drink the water and lay naked in the sun. we’ll find it somewhere.
(maybe) we’ll find hope crying on the way back to a town we hated smoking cigarettes and listening to cr33ks 715 across those midwestern hills. then again, maybe not.
it’s okay to be 24. we only know what we know. sometimes it’s only enough to get us more fucked up. there’s (some kind of) grace in that process too.
communion is a beautiful thing. sometimes it just takes longer than i’d like to be present enough to receive it. breathing doesn’t have to be a slow slippage into oblivion. worth isn’t derived from image and possessions. a liar said that.
defeat and victory are both about showing up and engaging with a process. hunger and thirst are the road towards fullness. the sun hasn’t been turned into a rental property yet. our birthright hasn’t been fully defiled,
yet.
you deserve to thrive. we could make water a human right. the food doesn’t have to be poisoned.
as long as memory serves we’ve been struggling with objectifying each other though. the vision of love is something else. birthed into “me” (or alternatively, the first version of us) inside the relative construct we name “time”. this love called beyond time into time. the second son. calling us back to ourselves, beyond the veil of self obsession.
give to the one who begs from you. you cannot receive others as sacred and objectify them at the same time. either you will wield your humanity as a weapon against existence or fall in love. and then, all at once, joy is an unexpected opening in the deep places of me.
life is eager.
ready for it’s chance to spread it’s chaotic glory across us. go gentle on me. i’m learning how to inhabit mercy.
structures of home 