Last night I curled up on the couch hoping that maybe, just maybe, if I could fold into myself tight enough I would simply cease to exist.
Today I got up, put on three layers of clothing plus rain gear, and took a walk with a friend.
Came home, did laundry, and went running. Continue reading →
the way other people treat us.
They learned it the same way.
How to tie our shoes, kiss, drive, and
throw back a shot of cheap whiskey
taught the same as
our own worth and how to tend to wounds.
Unconscious mimicry.
A family recipe
passed down for generations
and shared between good friends. Continue reading →
“You have to entertain the idea that maybe you were wrong.”
Not that I did anything bad. Not that I misheard or acted incorrectly. But wrong in the sense that the things we used to do did not mean what we thought they did. That those same things did not make us who we assumed we were because of them.
Our brains make the same patterns over and over again. Connections reinforced our entire lives. Neurons working like muscles in groups. The most often used pathways become stronger and the others wither. Rivers cut so deep into the earth we assume they will never reroute. But they are. With time. With practice. With interference. Continue reading →
Ruby Pipes 