Your silence hits much harder than any of your words ever did. And jesus. Your words fucking knocked me down time and time again.
You don’t. The accumulation, the little gatherings. You open your arms wider to them. You hold one more, and close. You don’t. Fingers and slipping. Everything that falls through – you never knew how. Always scooping up the love at your feet. Until it is back again, and overflowing. You don’t let go. You let.Continue reading “You don’t let go”
I’m ready. Palms turned out. Bags put down. I’m ready … How wild it was, to let it be. ~ Cheryl Strayed
You will always remind this girl of salt and tears. In times to come. When her body remembers. (Her body always remembers you)
Some will have days, or moments. I had you. 2014. The art of letting GO. Image credit: Joanne Piechota
I’ve made it to my 200th post at body, remember!! When I started this blog two years ago, I had a cracked heart – and an idea to write it back into something whole again. I’ve learnt so much since then. Post by post. Word by word. Revelation by (painful!) revelation. Here’s to another 200, and all the mistakesContinue reading “What we remember”
The post-it note with your tiny handwriting, well it doesn’t exactly take up space – and so little of what we write with our own hand ever makes it. I want to keep this evidence of your stick-figure ‘g’ and the slash of your ‘t’, the way your hand delivers characters that force the eye toContinue reading “Note”