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 →
“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 →
He spent thirty minutes trying to get parts of my anatomy I never learned the name of to release my left shoulder. Let it fall down, shift back. Slide into the place it used to reside. Before the motorcycle crash. Before I started leaning on it while studying, reading, writing. Before I forgot how to relax. Continue reading →
Ruby Pipes 