Two Voices

Two Voices

There are two voices in our heads. I know it may seem like there’s a whole circus of them in there, but in my -albeit limited- experience, there are just two. Let’s start with the shitty one. The one that tells you how limited you are, how unlovable, how...
Those Lessons with Layers

Those Lessons with Layers

My friend walked beside me, protectively. He always insisted on walking on the side closest to the road- said his mother taught him that. I appreciated the gesture. It was something I never thought about unless I was with my children and that felt more like a frantic...
Afraid of Love

Afraid of Love

We walked the local Rail Trail, my friend and I, an old railroad path connecting Hamilton to Brantford, Canada. The trees were a tall, sheltering canopy from the early September sun above us, leaves still mostly green and rustling in the subdued wind. I was anxious...
Two Women, a Margarita and the Truth

Two Women, a Margarita and the Truth

I want a margarita,” I said slapping my hand down on the counter in my old friend’s kitchen. She turned to look at me, amused and raised an eyebrow. “It’s that kind of afternoon, is it?” I nodded, pouting wordlessly. My friend shook her...
A Way

A Way

  He sees more than he says and feels much more than he’d ever confess, but there’s a way to him. There’s a way through the vines and the steel, straight into a soul he claims will never heal. ‘I like the sadness,’ he says. ‘It suits me.’ It suits him until...
The Hardest Thing I Have Ever Done

The Hardest Thing I Have Ever Done

The hardest thing that I have ever done and continue to do is to be honest: Honest about what drives me, about what frustrates me, about how I go about getting what I want. And being honest with myself is often way more difficult than being honest with others. I do...
When I Get Lost

When I Get Lost

For a minute there, I got lost… I trust so easily sometimes. I slip and slide into that which I do not want and it’s days gone by before I realize I am somewhere else, somewhere I never desired to be. I open up without a care. I invite those from hither...
Whispers

Whispers

Whispers in the schoolyard are all in my head. The looks up and down, a mixture of pity and “I’m glad it’s not me”, they’re all in my head. A mother says to another mother under her breath “I don’t know what I’d...
My Name

My Name

My name used to be Fear. I walked it, wore it, smelled of it, took it on as myself. I moved through life with hands held up as fists, swinging in the dark with teeth clenched and eyes narrowed. It was my way through. It was how I made it through. But I didn’t...
Love is Love.

Love is Love.

To love is to let be. It is an unending extension of truth that once felt is never forgotten. It is home. I see it in you and you see it in me. And when I feel scared or threatened it is because I am holding on to something else. Something that may have all the looks...
Who We Really Are

Who We Really Are

Let’s have a little heart-to-heart, you and I.  Let’s talk about who you are…who you really are. You hear it over and over: that you are love, pure and simple. But do you believe it? Do you believe that you are one with the One? Can you embrace the...