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Life

Soul

I had to write. With my heart open wide and my energy flowing, I had to write because writing is what my soul does when it needs to breathe.

My soul needs to breathe.

I stood beneath a tree in my front yard the other day. I was gardening, but gardening has become so much more than just a word, to me. How about caring for, nurturing gently, cherishing life as it grows beneath my hands? That sounds about right.

I was always going to love like this. Always going to be the one to love that little bit more. And where it often hurts a great deal to live with my heart wide open, I can’t imagine any other way of being.

A bug caught my eye as it crept up a branch. It was my baby daughter. Of course, it wasn’t my actual baby daughter, that would be insane of me to consider. But I knew in that moment that I loved this little beetle. That I would protect it. That I cared so much more deeply for this little life than I ever thought I could.

I have only just allowed myself to feel this deeply again. It was often unsafe to be my fullest self in this world, and many have hardened beneath the hardness of generations before them. My culture was not built to tolerate a soft heart. It is a culture of jokes at people’s expense and arguments over petty things. I reject it entirely. And it rejects me.

But I stand under trees and I love them with all that I am.

And I write.

Because my soul asks me to write. So I do.

I write.

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Categories
Poetry

Disabled

Imagine.

If the highly sensitive

folk

labelled

those who are not

like us:

disorder,

disabled,

broken.

Imagine.

Just imagine

that.

And we’re the broken ones

they say.

The ones who paint a canvas

as naturally as the sun paints

the earth.

Disabled,

they say.

No

I say.

Categories
Life

The Deep End Of Me

If I love you:

Today, you feel like all the pink clouds in my sky.

white clouds and blue sky

 

If I miss you:

Today, I ache for what we make the world when we are together.

photo of four girls wearing school uniform doing hand signs

 

If I know you:

Today, I see every inch of your universe; inside, outside, below and above.

sky space dark galaxy

 

If I’m upset with you:

Today, you are the one black rock among a sea of white.

nature summer yellow animal

 

Today, I feel everything and all of us.

Today, I am swimming in the deep end of me.

photo of man with face paint

 

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