What if You Fell Into a Hole? By Z Zoccolante What if you fell into a hole and you couldn’t get out? Would you eat yourself? What part would you start with first? This weekend I was reminded of the bright, fuzzy poem above that my brother wrote in high school. This weekend I was at an EMDR seminar (eye movement desensitization reprocessing). In short, EMDR is a fantastic therapy tool to help the brain reprocess...
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Love is All This By Z Zoccolante *Yay! Episode 3 of Throwing Up Rainbows is out! Or listen on iTunes and please write us a review so people can find us. Thanks. All the many conversations I’ve had about love, the ones over coffee with a rainbow in the backdrop. The ones curled on the couch late at night. The ones that have been going on since the beginning of the world. Love is a web, tendrils in all directions. Love is...
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The Ashes of Forgiveness By Z Zoccolante *New Podcast Episode: Check out episode 2 of the Throwing Up Rainbows podcast available now on our website, iTunes, and Stitcher. And now today’s blog – I burned it as I whispered the words over and over and over . . . I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you. I love you. The photo burned from left to right in perfect symmetry, blue and orange flames, erasing time,...
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Something Old, Something New By Z Zoccolante Yesterday my dog Vega got a new toy. As I rip open the little package that arrives in the mail and peer into the bag my eyes glaze a tad with tears. Even though I bought it for her, the sight of it catches my breath. You see, it was a new toy but and an old toy at the same time. “Lammie,” I croon softly into the package as Vega’s head tilts to the side, ears flopping, brow in...
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The Choice of Recovery from Addiction By Z Zoccolante I’m drawn towards words like a moth to a flame. Little corner bookstores pull at my insides like my bones are made of magnets. Language is music, the notes like chords in the ether, spiraling through my brain like those 80’s streamers kids would play with, long snaking fabric malleable to the slightest movement. The walls are covered with poetry as my eyes find their...
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When Details Stress You Out By Z Zoccolante I’ve been thinking about traveling lately, my mind seeking escape from my frantic routines of work and school, and all the nitty, gritty details of life. I’m not a great detail person. I’m more a big picture thinker. I used to have argument/discussions with my ex because it took me a week to realize the house needed cleaning while he was bothered on day 1, and thought I was...
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