Tag Archives: fear
grieving is but an ouroboros
I was writing a post about how much sadness and grief is being stirred up by the moving process, but it seemed unnecessarily morose. Suffice it to say that I wish Jack were here to move with me. That was always the plan: to get married in NYC and then move to Brooklyn. The thing […]
something I wrote almost three years ago…
“I want to find peace and serenity and be able to freely give and accept love despite the fear—or by learning how to accept that the fear won’t go away except by acting as if. I don’t know how this will happen, but I will pray that someone will come along to show me the […]
a mini update…
I’ll get back on track this week with the poetry and the other miscellaneous minutiae of my life, but right now I’m in Existentialist Crisis Mode™. Sometimes it’s just difficult to resist fatalism or nihilism (or both). I used to think Camus‘ The Myth of Sisyphus was a cruel joke; surely there was more to […]
