This afternoon the patio door was open and in flew a bee. It swooped through the living room and landed against the huge glass window a few feet from the open door. Through the glass, he saw his home and was determined to get there. He flew with all his might but kept hitting a force field. He didn’t understand. He could see the trees blowing in the wind. His world was right there and yet he couldn’t get to it. He made up his...
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When I open my eyes the blindfold lies at my feet clinging to the prickly grass. It is silk, the color of blood, and ripples in the breeze. Whoever brought me here has left me and my mind pushes into a dark empty space as I try to remember the past. There are no marks on my skin. The ends of the silk hold together with a single delicate knot. The boney ribs of corset fingers run down my torso like streaks of water down glass,...
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Let’s pretend that you’re going through a rough time. You decide that your life sucks enough to book a therapy session. You sink down in the chair and tell the therapist your secret, expecting her to hold your unpredictable monster in the safety net of her hands. What if, instead of doing this, she responded with, “Well what if it was okay?” You might be thinking. 1) I don’t know how I’m going to pay my rent this month....
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I remember one summer when I’d come back from a trip. My intestines had become slower than a snail. I couldn’t use the bathroom without pills. I was depressed, exhausted, and wanted to fade into oblivion. I was having a hard time with life. I remained the same “heavy” weight despite eating almost nothing everyday, because I was terrified of the constant side pain in my abdomen. I thought I was dying and I probably deserved it,...
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Everyone is familiar with the question of the cup being half empty or half full. It’s designed to test our mindset and how we view the world. The world is a place of: A) ABUNDANCE (Yay) B) SCARCITY (Oh no) Half full or half empty? The answer to this question, determines our peace and joy. Years ago, at a party, a new guest arrived at our circular table. As is customary we played the, ‘what do you do?’ game. She began to...
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As I step into church on Sunday morning, I clutch my latte mug as though it’s my tie to earth. The lady guarding the door shifts as I approach. Her hand blocks my way. “Sorry but we don’t allow drinks in here. You can stand over there and finish your coffee,” she says sweetly. I am immediately pissed. I look over at the three people standing nearby with their coffee cups. They are smiling, engrossed in a conversation. It’s way...
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