Risk Being Seen

I am not as alone as I often think I am. I am not the only empath hiding my head, bracing for impact, wondering when and where the next blast will come.

There are others who feel all of this and still bravely peek out of their rooms. They unpin the blackout curtains and venture out to talk to barren trees standing like centaurs in the yard. They listen to songbirds devouring a bowl of seed left out for them and take in the easy chit-chat those tiny birds engage in. … More Risk Being Seen

The Last Letter My Ex Never Wrote Me

I wonder what might have been if you – truly the best friend I’ve ever had – could have stayed in my life and I could have stayed in yours. Perhaps, we could have gone deeper and wider than we thought possible.

I do wonder. I know you do too.

Ten years. I still think of you, think of how we changed each other, think of what happened between us in the dark, on the road, over countless plates of enchiladas and pork pot stickers and Pho from the restaurant around the corner from your apartment.

I miss that rawness, that emotion skimming the surface of everything.

I miss listening to you laugh. I miss playing word games in the car.

I miss you. … More The Last Letter My Ex Never Wrote Me

Look Homeward, Angel

I’ve loved this experience but I love the life I have, too.

It has been revelatory and heart-opening.

And now I want to go home. I want to go back to the familiar comforts and glorious sunrises and breathtaking wildness of Northern NM.

This way of life in Barcelona has been about being, much more than doing.

And I can take that sense of how to approach life home to NM.

I want less doing and more being, as a new friend said recently in a Facebook post.  … More Look Homeward, Angel