Sometimes in a moment alone after a thread of days spent around people for extended periods of time I’ll feel a very distinct feeling of hollowness. For sanity, I require time to just be quiet and still- maybe scrolling through websites, paging through a book, or staring out the window. Although necessary and mostly tenderly enjoyable, there’s a barrenness to the space around me when instead of clattering around in the kitchen or chatter from across the room I hear only the mechanic purr of the heater and cruel tick of the clock.
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Whirlwind.

Layers of ugliness and masterpiece.
Extravagantly.
There are days when it feels like everything has been flecked with rose gold and hazel and honey. They are rare and they’re when I feel my heart in my throat and even sleep deprived and synapses slow, everything feels delicious.
Unconditional.
This last week I got to spend time with my sister, Hilary, and my brother in law, Ron at their home and where I like to call one of my “happy places”. The places where I feel at ease, where stress’s chilling fingers find it difficult to find a full grasp, and where I feel unconditional love.
Calm waters.
“We thought we had found the loves of our lives, but we hadn’t.
We were still young; barely out of the sweaty grasp of puberty.
Still surprised when we bled,
At the shadows on our faces when the clock struck five.
Our scabbed knees gave way to leather pumps,
Dandelion stained Levis to chiffon dresses,
White Hanes to laced slips of fabric.
Our hearts ached for everything and everyone,
Each dog getting struck by a car reason to kill ourselves,
A kiss worth jumping off a bridge.”
Live right now.
If you’ve read any of my past entries or posts, you may have noticed they’re rife with nostalgic musings.
Mom. March 16, 2013.
I remember at the (especially) mouthy age of seven on Mother’s Day asking my mom why there wasn’t a Children’s Day. She responded with a smart yet gentle “every day is Children’s Day, Anna”.
The Accomplice. December 10, 2012.
- Morningside Elementary: The Beginning
- Phnom Penh: The Re-Beginning
- Duck?
- Tender Fish
- Our rude reject pile
- The lovely Thida and Phea
- Petals
There are pivotal moments in one’s life that arrive that you just know are going to change everything.