Archive | September, 2012

Yes, here we are.

1 Sep

In one day, so many events, so many stories created and I think to write them down, believing they might point the way for someone else. It’s all I care about. I’ve been dragged out of the mud by the invisible and in my hopeless gratitude I want to extend my hand. I know my writing might turn off some…and this means I might in fact wind up penniless on the streets afterall. (I like to jump to conclusions.)  I will never be the professional a part of me thinks I need to be. I will always only be this. this quivering mess of love and beauty and grace.