does this leash make me look fat?
grief never fills you completely up,
although it sometimes feels
that
way.
there is always some space
left
for beauty
and laughter.
acceptance.
it's what we always think we need to strive towards.....
that we can somehow attain it if we just try hard enough....
that a certain amount of space and time will yield us this magical
assent.
when honestly,
sometimes all we can really expect of ourselves is resolution at best.
and i think that's okay.
the things i have come away with lately have more to do with departure
and less on arrival.
more to do with taking risks,
and less on survival.
i believe that when we take in the energy of a place
and breathe it into our souls,
that a part of our own energy lingers there
long after we're gone
i think i've finally realized
that what it might be all about
is trying to run a course of direction through the space of life
without running off the road trying to read the map
the thing about time is that even when we try so very hard
to contain it,
it always slips through the cracks that we didn't see-
didn't account for
and had no way of knowing even existed
as
it washes over us every minute of the day and erodes us
like water over stones...
etching us into things that we never saw before-
didn't account for
and had no way of knowing even could
exist.
it's never long that winter falls from grace before
it redeems itself again in the most
profound way.
i wish i had known
that i didn't know what i thought i knew
so i at least would know something.
even after all these years as a human, i'm still trying to figure it all out.....
learning how not to always stand on the edge of it, but walk into it...
sometimes wishing there were training footsteps with numbers on them showing me where to step and which foot to step with
knowing that even though it feels like it's set in stone, it really isn't because i have the power to change that,
and if i'm not careful, i could chip away at it so recklessly that i could reduce it to nothing but rubble.
in this new year,
let us all remember to step with care
and,
to dance when life feels heavy,
even when we don't have footsteps to follow along in.
i wish you all a beautiful new year.
xo
streets lit with magic
the season of love and joy
breathing it all in
i wish you all a very joyous and wonderful christmas.
thank you for your visits here and thank you for your support.
merry christmas with love,
dawn
the insomniac's cheat sheet
happy sleeping, everybody!
xo
the 10 commandments of christmas season behavior
1. thou shalt not use "yuletide log" or "christmas balls" in a derogatory fashion
2. thou shalt not punch, hit or shove any human under the age of 10 in store lines. after the age of 10, it's all fair game.
3. thou shalt not wear fat pants for any longer period of time than january 30th at which such time the 8 pounds that have been gained should be well on their way to being gone
4. thou shalt refrain from dressing with any item of clothing that blinks, jingles or requires a battery
5. thou shalt not drink red bull and eat items with high sugar content at the same time. (this includes pets as well)
6. thou shalt bear in mind that there is a direct correlation between power bills and exterior lighting decorating choices
7. thou shalt act merry and brite at all times....even if it kills you.
8. thou shalt remember that there is only one christmas per year and that you will remember this christmas fondly every year after, giving anything to have it back.
the trick with breathing space is
to remember that when you actually
get that space,
you have to breathe
as
well.
may god give you the grace never to sell yourself short.
the grace to risk something big for something good.
the grace to know that the world is now too dangerous for anything but truth,
and too small for anything but love.
may god take your minds and think through them.
may god take your lips and speak through them.
and may god take your hearts
and
set
them
on
fire.
amen.
written by william coffin
and adapted by stephen shoemaker
happy thanksgiving to you all.
xo
it's not fall if you don't rake tlhe leaves up
and then jump in them.
it's not fall if you don't catch sight of your shadow on the ground and notice how long it is,
jumping around and dancing like a ridiculous clown just to see how much longer you can make it.
it's not fall if you don't breathe in that earth rich smell,
or that familiar smokey scent of leaves burning in the distance....
if you don't become just a little wistful at the poignancy of the season's change....
the familiarity of it,
and the disbelief that it's happening yet again....
it's not fall if you don't anticipate the quiet breath of winter and the ever present longing for spring to return.
it's not fall if the amber light doesn't strip your soul down to the very core and humble your spirit.
rhyme or reason.....
if i had to choose,
i could live without rhyme.....
but reason?
no, i can never live without that.