one starry night, the woman took a walk inside of herself to the quiet places that she loved to visit, and there, under the karoo sun, she could play barefoot again, unworried about ice and snow and other cold things, and her young hands could tease the hot earth for tiny fragments of blue glass... Continue Reading →
do you still have that dream? the one that you have been dressing and, undressing since you were little. breathing in the joy of knowing that this, this beautiful thing belongs to you, and only you, but then they made you build a fence around the thing that makes you happy. keeping you out, and... Continue Reading →
today, i saw an old man walking with his wife. his turban a flash of bright orange — everyday holiness on an ordinary afternoon, and i saw daffodils — a sea of brazen yellow — just waiting to be noticed, despite the throng of traffic, and tired people chasing lists of things to do, and... Continue Reading →
in the quiet of this morning i made oatmeal, rich with cinnamon and honey’s golden kiss. i do this every day, and also, i whisper blessings on the hands that made this and not just mine, no. all the hands that planted, and watered, and harvested, and packed, and delivered, and the lovely hands that... Continue Reading →
and a morning will come where you will wake up to find that somewhere, somehow, some of us have lost the way, and heaven mourns this loss, and pain will weep all over the earth again, because hatred is nothing new and there have been hearts closed up tight against the light since time began,... Continue Reading →
partykeer dink ek, mens moenie die dag begin voor jy nie eers rustig oor ‘n koppie tee met jouself gesels het oor al die dinge wat gister, en miskien ook lank terug gebeur het, en al die ander dinge wat miskien in die nag se drome met jou gebeur het. en dan as jou oë... Continue Reading →
you can fashion anything out of pain, even a new life if your heart is soft enough. — forgive. © Liezel Graham 2019. Photograph by David Bartus.
...and then there are days, and nights sometimes, where healing, is lying down on my yoga mat in a dark room and going back, . back, as far as the child within me wants to go, and i let her decide where we stop and linger for a bit. i have learned to trust her... Continue Reading →
when you leave, do not take the one who hurt you, with you. — let it stop with you. © Liezel Graham. You do not have to become the one who hurt you.
One of the greatest gifts that you can give to all the women who came before you — your mothers, your grandmothers, your aunts and nieces and sisters all the way back through the generations, is healing. The same applies to men, of course, but today is International Women’s Day and this is where my... Continue Reading →