Dulcius Ex Asperis
How interesting, it's been over two years since I posted on this little blog of mine. I remember popping on to write but never actually posted. This was more of a journal to get me through seasons of darkness than anything else, and, while I still have gone in and out of depression in the …
I am not an extroverted extrovert, believe it or not. I sometimes have a hard time believing it myself. But an extroverted extrovert would never feel so overwhelmed by people. So maybe deep, deep down I have enough of introvert blood running through my veins to make me feel uncomfortable in social situations. Or maybe …
"When I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide; “Doth God exact day-labor, light …
Already not yet, the mantra that has been propelling me forward into the great unknown. Already I have completed you, not yet are you completed. Already I have rescued you, not yet are you rescued. Already I have loved you, not yet are you loved. Already I have finished you, not yet are you finished. …
They stand, a bit discolored and bedraggled, outside of my apartment. They are crammed into pots too big and too small, some with not enough dirt, not held up with anything but the will to live. These poor plants have been over watered and under watered, transplanted dozens of times, over fertilized, forgotten, abused by …
I have stack of journals that claim their home in the corner of my room. Some big, some small. Some complete, some empty. I could say I have a problem...what with how often I purchase a new journal before filling an old one...but I like to think I'm rescuing all the pretty things from living …
I have some unfortunate news you may not have agreed with yet, I'm going to die-you are going to die too. This is our curse, our self inflicted burden. We are going to be torn from our living, pounding lungs into nothing. Silence. Tell me, are you ready? Tell me, why did we run, embracing …
After everything --the betrayal, hurt, physical and mental damage, the anguish, cursing, lies, self harm, murder and warring-- after it all, darkness did not overcome. After everything an ever growing light dissipated the dark. Lighting up the world like a baby's first cry; subtle but impactful. A deep shaky breath, an unsteady wail and suddenly …
Do you know who lives next door to you? Are they old or young, healthy or frail, happy or sad? Who did they use to be? Where did they grow up? Is their family near or far? Do they know their family at all? What are their needs? You see everyone needs something. Sometimes its …
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