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I am learning finally how to be vulnerable, how to ask for help, and how to lean on friends and trust that they’ll stand steady beneath the weight. I’m coming to this lesson rather late in life, but this is a good step forward. But … Continue reading 3.4.2015
Five years ago today, one tiny little poem marked the beginning of ebbtide. Five years! Am I celebrating? Hell yes! I am so grateful for the countless ways in which this little space on the internet has helped me - as an emotional outlet, a … Continue reading Celebrating!
I had determined (after the last) to no longer offer up the root of myself let it beat (I thought) for nothing other than to mark the time passing beneath my skin but then hands (so mercilessly capable) dug in and I am as earth … Continue reading turned earth
this is the moment when I am unearthed, when I am at last unbound by mundane constraints - now, when the birds at their riotous best, launch their relief that yes, day again brings light in a canon shared by wrens and robins and flitting … Continue reading spring walk, 6 a.m.
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that late August afternoon after sweating unwieldy boxes up the three flights alone I paused for a moment's rest and touched the ache of this space not yet made my own but thought at least how lucky, to have the hopeful green of a locust … Continue reading time once more to bloom