I pretend things didn’t happen that did. I confuse resiliency with the appearance of strength and cover with bravado. I pretend the losses don’t hurt.
grieving
50: Things I Carry: Grief and Joy
Certainly, things and people change – the simpatico of our needs can shift – but we have no chance of…
48: Fall in Love
Try this again shall we?
46: The Silent Treatment
This is my pattern. I am committed to breaking the pattern.
40: A Moment of Truth
When the longing unexpectedly blooms for C, I need not fear the sting from the hidden bee but remember that alongside C my life blossomed and flowed into a new season. Though the season has passed what I reap in this season is based on what I sowed in the last.