lessons in denial, lessons in grace

spring is coming too soon.

the ground was soggy, the air was wet

and my heart is not ready

because seasons match seasons

and this season is still winter.

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continually reminded that there is a world outside of myself,

a world full of aching hearts, and desperate people.

what does selflessness truly look like?

and when i look in the mirror,

do i see self

or do i see others?

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realizing that the absence of family and home

is a long season.

and longing is a part of life,

because longing sets us on the search

that leads straight into his arms.

passing, and mourning

she is missed.

I've never really listened to Bob Dylan

I apologize for the lack of depth in my posts lately.

But this song is beautiful, and the melody matches my soul at the moment.

Please enjoy, please be contented, and please smile.

svo hljótt

I lean against you, in calm
Everything stood still, and you

You sang to me so quietly
You sang to me so quietly

In the moonlight I see you, hunched over
In the moonlight you turn into blue dusk

I thank you for the hope you have gave me
I thank you for the hope..

I wrote a poem to winter this morning,

and she replied tonight with some snowflakes.

happy girl,

happy happy girl.