#emory hall

[petaltexturedskies]

May swept through our house. Lilacs and rain. The world felt heavy some days, drenched in questions. But the iris bloomed. And I ate a bowl of cherries kissed by evening light. Some things feel too complex to hold like how the noise of the world is getting louder, but so is the silence. Some things feel too big to hold, like the future, but also the present. I haven’t found any answers, maybe only more questions. Out the aspens are dancing my son is laughing, and the hummingbirds will return soon. Maybe for now, that is enough. maybe for now, that is as close to an answer as I’ll get.

Emory Hall, “May”

[julesofnature]

the world is heavy now in a way that feels new- like even my bones know this is a weight they've never carried before. does the sun look tilted to you? do the clouds always look as if they are about to weep? is it just me or do you hear the trees whispering in secret? asking things like, what will come next? how can they survive like this? the whole tired earth and our bodies seem to be saying enough. we were never meant to carry such heaviness. we were never meant to carry such heaviness. @emoryhall https://emoryhall.com/

[terrorignitis]

Bless them and let them be. For they are the bones of the temple you sit in now.

Emory Hall, I have been a thousand different women

[the-lily-and-rose]

[wordsnpoetry]

the way the moon moves me i think i am an ocean

emory hall

[that-little-souvenir]

Make peace with all the women you once were. Lay flowers at their feet. Offer them incense and honey and forgiveness. Honor them and give them your silence. Listen. Bless them and let them be. For they are the bones of the temple you sit in now. For they are the rivers of wisdom leading you toward the sea.

Emory Hall, "I Have Been a Thousand Different Women"

[humble-thingz]

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[absenceisaformofwinter]