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You ever felt that? A split second when nothing in the world is dying?
You’ve walked on water so many times you know grace is super, super slippery. There’s literally nothing anyone is more likely to fall from.
What if we don’t have to be healed to be whole?
thorns were my very first heroes because they did nothing with their life but protect what was sweet.
You can die from a broken heart. I’ve watched it happen. I’ve watched someone’s body follow a loved one’s body to the other side. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life, but it was the softest, too, one heart stopping to tell another heart, I’m coming with you.
What grief looked like on a baby, I knew I wasn’t strong enough to see.
GOOD GRIEF Let your heart break so your spirit doesn’t.
Can you see it? I know you can. Everyone can see who they were supposed to be. It’s the readiest grief in the world.
Because we know kids in New Orleans glue bottle caps to the soles of their shoes and tap dance in Jackson Square. Because we’ve never seen anything like that anywhere. We have so many questions. Why do you fly saucers from the coffee table into the living room wall and insist your sadness doesn’t exist? How did you come to believe that hating yourself would protect you from other people’s hate? What do you mean when you say your hearts melt? Are they like glaciers? Can one person die and drown the whole world? Is that what Jesus did when he meant to do the opposite?
Geese, unlike many birds, do not fly south at the first cold breeze. They wait until they are nearly buried by the blizzard. They stay until they can’t find one last edible seed.
a small town where dreams never come true, so nobody ever stops dreaming.
I know that makes it sound like I got around. (Let me say for the record I wish I got around.) But I didn’t. I’m just old and I wrote it all down. Every bit of it:
