Reconciliation to self.

My sister wrote this poem and sent it to me the other day, and it was so exactly right, so exactly how I am feeling. I haven't had the will or the strength to come up with my own words lately, but hers have filled my heart and spoken for me. I am learning how …

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A Moment

My life is quite full at the moment, but here is part of poem from Thich Nhat Hanh that spoke to me this morning. Take a moment to breathe and be and meditate on love and compassion.   The only thing worthy of you is compassion- invincible, limitless, unconditional. Hatred will never let you face …

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A Brief Note on Grief

I don’t do grief well. Today I started crying in a coffee shop. The trigger? I couldn’t find the articles I needed to read for a class. And suddenly it is everything in the whole world that just feels so so hard, and the thought of never again getting a hug from one my dearest …

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Write about nothing

I have so much to say and nothing to say and I don't know what my life is. But I'm 25 and isn't that exactly right? I like to write on here because I like to write, and because I like to think that maybe there's someone who reads this who feels just like me. And …

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These Days

This past fall was the one year marker of my time here in Kosovo. A whole year. That seems tiny and huge at the same time. "What is my life?" I say this at least three times a day and it's not always said with excitement or hope. Living in Europe can be really exciting, and …

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Paris

Ah Paris. You really won me over. I'm going to start by saying something that will make you roll your eyes so hard and think that you cannot relate to me at all: I have never wanted to go to Paris. The only reason I decided to go was because it was on my way …

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Throwback Thursday

Another old love poem written on a cold afternoon in a coffee shop somewhere.   The third poem I write for you will be a pretty snowflake resting on your sleeve, so small you don't notice but there all the same.   The third poem will be bright and full a siren that brings life …

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