The trees welcome the autumn winds and allow themselves to be undressed, gently at first, until the wild wind tears at the remaining blades. Their roots hold firm during the cold winter months while the boughs sleep under a quilt of snow. Spring follows winter whether it is wanted or not, sparking the world into … More Ode to Autumn and Friends
She grew up intrinsically understanding her parents’ pain, bravely carrying the heavy trunk of her parents’ shame. Believing herself responsible for fixing, healing, loving her parents’ wounds until they were whole again. When she could not fully hold the pain that was not hers to hold and she saw the wounds were still there she felt … More That was her torment. She understood.
I’ve scrambled the stony, unmarked path back from the bottom of the darkness enough times I know I can survive anything. Traumas from the past create in me abounding strength, armour as hard as nails and chinks that reveal my vulnerable weakness underneath. But it feels like my armour is starting to look like grandmas … More I know I can survive, I’ve done it before