This post is very short.  I wrote a sad post first.  I wrote a mad post next. This is the final -- a glad post.  I’m just trying, y’all.  It’s going to be okay.  Thank you time.


I've been thinking about gratitude and I feel my heels did in.  Even with the force of gravity pulling me down, I will pick one foot up from the sucking mud and push against its will by grabbing my own.  Today, I force a thank you.  A nod aimed right into the bullseye of Mystery and for the One who taught me that a girl like me CAN be sensitive WITHOUT being dramatic (which is hilarious if you know me at all).  For Mamasaan.  I love you, still and forever.

never quitting
always going, finishing
giving, bowing
never taking

to the empty
mender to the meek
miracle, maker

loud cackles, poured
unconscious of looking, judging

in fearlessness
you were free

never could I
only I will
humorous why nots

you, lifeguard
filling soul with air
floating to the top




SHR, teacher of all things L O V E

All great spirituality is about what we do with our pain. If we do not transform our pain, we will transmit it to those around us.
— Richard Rohr