december 15 . 2020

Faultlines

I didn’t see them

Did anyone?

Did anyone else see this one coming,

That the very steadiness we stand on every day would crack right in two, three, four, twelve, twenty places around us?

Under the surface, just waiting for the shaking that would make a decision finally – to close up, or to split open

What a relief?

To have the clarity

To have the definition of the spaces, even if they are split, ripped to shreds, cut up into sharp shards that cut and rip and split if you’re not careful, if you don’t watch your step

If you don’t watch your words

If you don’t watch your tone

Actually, …maybe you should watch your thoughts

Your heart

Pretty sure it doesn’t matter much – what you say and what you do with those words, with that tone – if the words and tone inside your head is sharp, ripping, cutting

Because then you’re harming two: the “other”,

and you.


I guess the quake was inevitable

And we probably needed it.


At least it’s all exposed now

At least there’s less pretending now

At least the truth is out now

At least maybe now, or soon,

Inevitably?

Little trickles of healing can start to drip into those great expanses that stand between us

Water always

always

eventually

finds the lowest places.

august 26 . 2016

san diego lovin’

I. Ocean Beach at sunset is pretty perfect. The girls had never been on a California beach before, so of course they were overjoyed when they could play in the waves for hours and “not get hypothermia”. As the sun went down, I was content to sit on the shore and watch them, breathing deeply of the salty air and letting every tension melt into the sand. Continue reading “august 26 . 2016”