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Hafiz
Life with Jesus

Hafiz

The small manBuilds cages for everyoneHeKnows.While the sage,Who has to duck his headWhen the moon is low,Keeps dropping keys all night longFor theBeautifulRowdyPrisoners. God, I love Hafiz. He’s a Sufi mystic poet from the 14th century. I don’t even remember how I stumbled across him but his poems are witty and beautiful and jaw-dropping. Once, … Continue reading

Embody Me
Gratitude Project

Embody Me

(In an effort to jump-start the writer’s block that Zoloft put before me, I’ll try to write every day this month. Most won’t be long and I might try a few different things. This is a stream of consciousness writing from yesterday that I didn’t get to edit until today. So this is from yesterday…) … Continue reading

The Baby

Plan G

Recently, my sister was telling me about her first Reiki massage, where the guy waved his hands around to clear her energy. Near the end, he basically pushed his fist into her stomach until he stroked her spine, told her that she didn’t need to be a people pleaser anymore, and then left the room, … Continue reading

Stop the Ride, Please
Family

Stop the Ride, Please

One of my foundational memories as a kid was going through the automated carwash behind the convenient store near our house with my mom and my sister. We spent a lot of time perusing the aisles of that convenient store. I specifically remember that Leah would look for the candy with the strangest packaging- if … Continue reading

On Zoloft
Life with Jesus

On Zoloft

My Grandaddy once swallowed his watch battery instead of a baby aspirin. He usually carried the medicine in the front pocket of his striped polo shirts and, apparently, that’s where he put his watch batteries too. My Grandmother, convinced that he was near certain death, called poison control, who told her that they just needed … Continue reading