old (2009)


Between death and sickness, loneliness and hunger (both spiritual and physical), grief and stress… I’m exhausted. I don’t know what will help, can barely figure out what hurts, and can’t even let go enough to sleep through the night. And no matter what I do, I’m the only one who can solve this problem, allow myself the strength and space I need, and cultivate the willingness to accept love as freely as it is given.