Peace
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That Which Remains Buried
I live withthe nagging feelingthat there remainsburied within me(not far from the surface–like a hastily interred body,in a dollar-store grave)something I thoughtwas dead,that wants–nay, needs–to come out,not to resurrect,but to be given a proper burial. Whatever the identityof this corpse,it's… Continue reading
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Thinning Walls
How thin these walls have become,the walls between youth and age, between the conscious and the unconscious, between this world and the next, between my heart and yours, between our hearts and theirs. Permeable.Translucent. Through ever-thinning wallsI hear other voices.I… Continue reading
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Lacking Scarcity
There isenough. I amenough. I live as ifthere isn't enough: not enough time, not enough money, not enough sleep, not enough room, not enough accomplished… But there is alwaysenough. And I am alwaysenough. Text and… Continue reading
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Your Opinions
Why do you insiston judging every circumstanceas good or bad? Circumstances just are. Imagine the freedomof not evaluating,not formulating yet another opinion.* You exhaust me. You exhaust yourself. *unnecessary, unsolicited Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.… Continue reading
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Let Go. Let Go. Let Go.
Part 1 "What will you takefrom our time together?"asked the therapist,as he always didwhen drawing a session to a close. "That I can continueto let things be what they are,to release,to relinquish control. Let go.Let go.Let go." Part 2 What… Continue reading
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Turning Rocks
I am slowly(so slowly)learning that… My fear of what liesunder the rock is far more debilitating than what actually liesunder the rock. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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A Perfectionist Starts to Heal
I can embrace all of my feelings–even the unpleasant ones–with respect. I can allow my inconsistencies. I don't have to be right. I don't have to like everyone. I don't have to get everything done. I don't have to please… Continue reading
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Stopping by My Mind on a Spring Evening
Whose thoughts are these?I think I know.He dwells within the crawlspace, though.I often find him mewling near,obsessing concepts, theories, fear,postures old and long of tooth,and seldom grounded in the truth. No time have I for thoughts like these,for I have… Continue reading
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Maundy Thursday, 2013
She huddles on the shore,feet buried in moist sand,cold to the bone, but rooted. The waves pull at each other,slide up and over rocks,recoil and echo,slosh and hiss. She feels awash and adrift,tasting a salt seabroader and deeperthan human need. … Continue reading
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Glamourpuss
This catgives new meaningto the wordglamourpuss. Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading