I just attended the funeral service for a 21 year old boy. He was the son of a client, and also an occasional client himself. He died a week ago in a tragic diving accident. He was an athlete, a tennis player, and an incredibly bright light. He shone more brightly in his 21 years …
this is my limit picking up and letting go watch me walk away
We are all the greatest– each of us the BEST at this job we never applied for– and from which we will never be fired– the benefits being intangible and showing themselves in the most unlikely moment– an unprompted thank you or please– a concern born from a devotion that is normally tossed under the …
i will always keep you safe– wrap you up in unending arms carefully shield you from the demons and monsters who prey upon you in your mind. i will shut the door and lock it tight– closing out those thoughts that leave you desperate and clinging to a structure that is yours to crumble. …
your piercing, crushing still vulnerability takes my breath away.
my devotion is deepening with each gesture of your quiet heart.
you reveal to me things about myself which are staggeringly true.
a gentle sigh, an allowance, releasing that which has held a clutching grip for longer than i can possibly fathom– the simplicity of breathing in and out, finding my breath in full– allowing the grief that i didn’t know existed to flow gently down my cheeks– making tracks through the garden dust and grime. …
i am authentic because you allow me to trust my magnitude.
because you asked and you know I deliver– a limerick for you, my dear friend, whose open-armed acceptance of me as your third wheel is heart-warmingly beautiful. You, who serve as a shining example that love and devotion are tangible, actual– your love for your wife palpable, exuding from you in purples and blues. …
the edges of myself 