I am strong, God is my strength I’m not sure why negative things happen. I know that words have the power to heal. Words, music, time, and the human hand and touch. Yellow tulips, custard, and all thing yellowy, must never be forgotten or left out. Nor abandoned, hidden. I’m not who I used to…
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elements, essential substances Spending my waking hours on my daily chores and errands gives me a certain clarity and purpose. I spent eight years getting through college. I don’t know why I didn’t just drop out halfway and look for greener pastures, something more hands-on, something more fulfilling for me. I’m often impulsive, but I…
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We’re the last ones left, you and me—the ones who aren’t about drama. I thought I left the drama in high school, in college, in petty circles at my faith group in my neighborhood—my temple, my mosque and faith-based community. But no; drama is everywhere, you can’t avoid it. As long as there are people,…
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You didn’t know it would be so difficult; everything in your life has to be done by you, almost. You’re consumed by fear, anxiety, paranoia, depression. Music, poetry, and mindfulness meditation make it better, it gives you a new perspective. You couldn’t really understand why things happened the way they did. The dots do connect…
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Like a mouse running on a wheel, you don’t know why you’re not getting anywhere. You run harder and faster; it gets maniacal. Every so often you get depressed and fed up, so you take a break, a breather; you stop running and rest for a while. You guess that that’s the way it is,…
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It’s always there Loneliness is a large bowl of yellow custard that you have no one to share with. Cooked and topped with cinnamon, served with black tea and honey. Decadent and dense with caloric value, it’ll settle in one belly, instead of two or three. * No one is themselves lately; we might be…
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Loudoun County, Virginia When I tutored after-school at INMED, I noticed that the mission statement on the organization’s website mentioned that you’d think many of the residents in Loudoun county and in Sterling are among the rich, the blessed, the fortunate, while looking at the outside reality, or the semi-reality. Tidy driveways, stone or brick…
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Once, I was alone Don’t give it control over you; don’t let it overpower you. It’s been 29 years. Here’s to another 29, this time filled with happiness, and contentment with what I can’t control, with what we can’t influence. No more emptiness, no more translucent shapes materializing into the air. They were pinkish and…
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I’m ok. I’m ok. Not knowing when and where the joy will come. Maybe it’s here already. Angels are singing already. It’s in my heart, it shines off the copper earrings and bracelet I wear. It’s all around me, and in me. I am air on certain days, fire in others; earthy and rainy in…
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Evenings—red, rose-colored, pink—often pacify people into forgetting their suffering. The sun half gone and the sound of water running its course through a stream, river, creek—lead people into a trance. They’ll be completely enraptured, and then they’ll see cruelty and inexcusable pain, again. Then they’ll see the moss on a tree and become entranced, again. They’ll be entranced, and…
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