i have always been good at getting lost. the God that I was given never liked this—this knack for running away, this rebellion of falling in love with things that are hidden. i was made this way—shaped in my mother’s womb so softly, with great care. a bent for finding myself in places others do... Continue Reading →
so, you have had loss—things, and people have been taken from you. i know the shadows of this place, too. you did not see any of it coming. did not ask for it. did not agree to it. for a long while now you have lived your life stunned, every breath a shallow thing. you... Continue Reading →
it was enough this morning that there were fresh apricots on the kitchen table a bowl of soft-skinned light juice running down my chin as i ate, but then i turned around to hear my name walking hand-in-hand with the word love my hands now so full of the goodness, this gift that the fragrance... Continue Reading →
i find the feather on the bathroom floor, behind the door bone-white, it is soft in my hand a thing barely there, a whisper. the night has left me a gift, this darkness has light. has beauty. there are things that happen when i close my eyes, things breathe. all day i think of this,... Continue Reading →
at the bottom of the field which held my father’s crops, the bees lived. hives of faded wood hugged the river, owned the sun. secret things happened here. when the frames were full,oozing, he would harvest the warmth of summer. forearms straining under the weight of a chipped enamel basin full of a season, he... Continue Reading →
may you find love.enough to fill any holes. may you find healing.enough to cover any wounds. may you find hope.enough to keep your dream alive. may everything that was taken from you, return to you as joy. may all your failures grow intocourage. may you find yourself brave enough to try again, and again, and... Continue Reading →
If you are needing a bit of encouragement today, then I hope that you will rememberthis… Many wars have fought YOU and you have survived them all. You are a beautiful, brave VICTORY SONG. And if you need to come back to these words later, you will find them tagged as Brave Notes.
have you ever eatensweet potato baked in its own skin, taken straight from the ovenstill warm. rough on your mouthat first, but then, sweet soft flesh,opening orangeon your starved tongue no forkno knifeor plate, not dressed up as anythingit is not. hands taking what they want, this gift. — have you ever? © Liezel Graham... Continue Reading →