Dear Reader, Thanks for stopping by the blog, or clicking through. If you’ve noticed I haven’t posted since late July, it’s not from a lack of want. I am actually … Continue reading Dear Reader 9.20.20

Dear Reader, Thanks for stopping by the blog, or clicking through. If you’ve noticed I haven’t posted since late July, it’s not from a lack of want. I am actually … Continue reading Dear Reader 9.20.20
Originally posted on BREVITY's Nonfiction Blog:
By Beth Morrow I made a new acquaintance recently who, in his days before three kids, a job in administration, and a divorce,…
Do not be the concrete pier
anchored firmly in the mud
Do not be the path ahead
that falters in the flood
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Watch this! Spirit commanded with a shout
as sentient beings lumbered out
of their hibernations where
their skins had become pale and fair
Sometimes we need to take
one step back
from the chaos
in the world
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Our last class discussion
was devoted
to calming the fears
of eleven year olds
The children you want to send to my classroom
in the fall
are not
the same children who left my classroom
in the winter.
Yesterday I mentioned that we’re slowly (or quickly, depending on perspective) closing in on the 6 month anniversary of when I lost my hubby to prostate cancer.
The number one, unquestionable lesson I’ve learned is…
On the 15th of October, around 10:25 a.m., I’ll be observing an anniversary of sorts that only a select group of people can fully comprehend and connect with. And one that only I internalize.
Sunrise
is non-billable therapy for
loneliness
Thanks for being you. I know you don’t know I’ve been writing about P’s death, because I’ve only told J.
When was
the
last
time
Are you going to be
the same person
at the end of the pandemic
as you were
at the beginning?
Distilling my day
into words
should not be so difficult.
In July, migraines make mornings start
before meditation and journaling.
The heat you went to bed with
is the heat you wake up with.