Avocado adventures.

[alisonmalee]

I N F I N I T E.

[just-shower-thoughts]

My morning coffee makes me feel like I have my life together. I don’t. But it makes me feel like I do.

[transcendent-one]

[alisonmalee]

Violence CANNOT create change.

[elanormcinerney]

Elaine Kahn | A Voluptuous Dream During an Eclipse

[alisonmalee]

Dear Forgiveness,

Dear forgiveness, Today I came searching for you. Beneath my eyelids where I thought the problem lived. Beneath skin where I’ve fought half of my battles and only won a few. Between teeth where angry words have spilled out unintentionally time and time again. You were not there. I found instead mountains of myself turned over by guilt. Guilt that sat on my chest angrily, hungrily, picking apart my bones like a hunters fresh kill. Only here there was no salt to preserve the mess of me. Here there were only misplaced hymns, half uttered prayers, and a string of jewelry my mother passed down that I hold onto for safe keeping. Dear forgiveness, I think perhaps we need to meet on common ground. It seems, over the years, we have become estranged. I admit, I’ve been short tempered and haven’t always greeted you with open arms, if I’ve greeted you at all. I am sorry for leaving you so long alone. This time though, this time I am ready. I am making peace with my enemies and cleaning out my attic. It was dusty and cold and it desperately needed some love. So, I opened up windows. I aired out the drapes. I turned on the fan. I finally let a little sunlight in. Truly, it has done wonders. And the truth is, I do not want to wait until there is no more of me left to forgive. Until I am just pieces decorating walls or roads or stuffed too full of falsities to breathe.

Dear forgiveness, If I can learn to forgive myself, I think I am still salvageable.

- Alison Malee

[lastnightsreading]

Tahmima Anam at @aaww-nyc, 7/7/16

[lifeinpoetry]

There is no wrong way to remember the grace of your own body; no choice that can unmake itself. There is only now, here, look: you are already forgiven.

— Sierra DeMulder, from “Mantra to Overcome Depression,” Today Means Amen

[theleoisallinthemind]

Kim Keever

[rockum]

By Anders Røkkum

More: https://www.facebook.com/AndersRokkum

[alisonmalee]

You matter. You matter. You matter.

[transcendent-one]

[lastnightsreading]

Joe Okonkwo at @housingworksbookstore, 6/22/16

[transcendent-one]

[wnq-writers]

Sorry. We use this word to acknowledge that we’ve hurt someone and expect them to accept it right away. As if a combination of five letters were enough to pacify the raging storms that want to break free. We use this word as a band aid. We expect that once said and done everything will be fine. Everything will be okay. As if a little band aid was enough to heal the excruciating pain inside. I think we should remember that a band aid is not enough for a fatal wound. We use this word as an eraser. Hoping that everything will go back the way it was. Like our wrongdoing would just vanish and clean our slate. Worst of all? We always expect them to forgive us and get disappointed at them when they couldnt. How selfish of us.

rheamari, Sorry (via wnq-writers)

[transcendent-one]

[transcendent-one]