Tagged with dreams

A Burglar Named Sorrow

A Burglar Named Sorrow

I am dressed for an evening on the beach, a cozy new Marc Jacobs sweater in a sober oatmeal with jeans, unlike the slinky, sleeveless crowd filling the banquet hall homecoming and toasting the birth of our nation’s independence before the fireworks. When you approach, the world is no longer a static neutral television set. … Continue reading

Can I Get an Amen for Making Amends?

Can I Get an Amen for Making Amends?

I dreamed of a love I thought I had forgotten. He showed me his open hands and I fell into his arms. Like water without a pot, I could not be contained. When we started walking backwards, it seemed like a fun kind of game at first, a new perspective on the shape of things … Continue reading

The Place Between Dreams

The Place Between Dreams

There’s a space inside that unhinges when I’m asleep. Where all my unresolved moments, suppressed feelings and unthinkable thoughts announce themselves in the dark, always in the quiet. The gathered residue hangs humid in the air long after the day has, reminding me of life left unfinished. In the place that’s called a dream, I … Continue reading

Home Is Where the Hope Is

“Hope is the shape of love not yet experienced, the DNA-deep knowledge of what we’re meant to experience.” —Martha Beck I just got back from a trip home where I spent time at a barbecue with my cousin’s family, my brother and sister-in-law, my niece and a few little children running around, swimming, playing musical … Continue reading

The Thing About Fear Is…

Day 11: #Trust30 Project These are the voices which we hear in solitude, but they grow faint and inaudible as we enter into the world. Society everywhere is in conspiracy against the manhood of every one of its members. – Ralph Waldo Emerson I have made giant leaps in my life, I have taken huge risks … Continue reading

I Dreamed I Turned Into a Trophy

Last night I dreamed I was in my cousin’s childhood home in Avon Lake. In the dream, I went into the bathroom and closed both of the doors for privacy. While looking at my face in the mirror, I took a cotton ball and wiped my left cheek with cleanser. When I took the cotton … Continue reading