The Shell of Home By Z Zoccolante Sometimes, when you’re mediating, does your mind ever wander to memories that you haven’t thought about in years? Like a turtle on the playground? I know I’m not alone in this. This morning as I was attempting to sit quietly, my mind having other ideas as it raced around my to do list and recent life events, I found myself stumbling back through the recess of memory. I’m dropped...
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How to Easily Change the Tapes we Play By Z Zoccolante We play tapes every day. Our thoughts and feelings, old memories, happy times, and times we’ve been wronged. I tell my friend a situation I’m processing. My friend tells me, I’m glad I get to see myself in you like a mirror. Say more, I say. And my friend says, It reminds me of the tape I’m playing lately, the one where so and so stabs me in the heart. I chuckle because I’m morbid...
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How Do I Love Thee By Z Zoccolante Let me count the ways. . . What are you missing? he asked me, as he massages my back? Or rather do you feel as though you’re missing something? The answer pools in, immediate and fresh, a knowing, like something that was knitted into my bones and sinew. Ever since I was little, I tell him, I’ve written stories about a best friend. A boy. My best friend. And we’d adventure...
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When Boundaries Feel Selfish or Mean By Z Zoccolante Boundaries are a word that’s thrown around a lot in adulthood. For some of us, the concept of giving to others is something we were taught to do, even to the point of over giving ourselves. One of the most important phrases I learned in my late 20’s was: “Just because I can do something it doesn’t mean that I should.” For example, just because I can...
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Letting Go of the Flash Flood By Z Zoccolante There are days when memories burst through my brain like a flash flood without warning, swooping in to rewind time and wash me up on the shores of things I’ve forgotten. They come at the strangest of times, when I’m five feet in the air on an aerial silk and. Flash flood. I’m entering our house on a Saturday afternoon over five years in the past. I can feel the sun glowing...
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