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my home hurts

Start packing, we’re leaving next week. I was fourteen when I watched my home shrink and disappear from the round window of a cramped plane. Friends, music band, teachers, family, home, fields, mountains, grandmother, streets, language, dog – all left behind, becoming smaller, and disappearing as I trudged with a heavy suitcase. My face wasContinue reading “my home hurts”

Patterns of light

I open to receive this Blessing fully, like a lotus flower blooming in emergence out of the darkness. My mind doubts whether it can contain this love wholly, still holding on to a grain of suspicion as to whether such happiness is tangible. I sort through the doubt with great precision like Vasalitsa sorting poppyContinue reading “Patterns of light”