yes. maybe no.

I want to write down everything I know about being afraid, but I’d probably never have enough time to write anything else. Afraid is a country where they issue us passports at birth and hope we never seek citizenship in any other country. The face of afraid keeps changing constantly, and I can count on that change. I need to travel light and fast, and there’s a lot of baggage I’m going to have to leave behind me. Jettison cargo.

I am listening to what fear teaches. I will never be gone. I am a scar, a report from the frontlines, a talisman, a resurrection. A rough place on the chin of complacency.

~Audre Lorde

seeping into the water, the clouds, the light, the motive

how to feel again

Through the constant refining of the self-

of teasing out what is not self and letting it go-

we suffer less, get unburdened, feel lighter.

~Mary Talbot

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