healing
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The Heart in Pieces
Is this your heart,in pieces on the entry tile?Ah, it broke last nightjust as you made it home… I am sorry–I recall the pain of it,and the need to leave the pieceswhere they fall,perhaps to pick up later(which we almost… Continue reading
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Dialogue with My Muse
My muse returned,and so I asked,"Where have you been?" Waiting here beneath the din. Waiting for the crowds to pass. Waiting for the wounds to heal, the edges of the cuts to seal. "But I'm… Continue reading
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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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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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Sabbatical
To those of you have followed my blog, offered comments, expressed appreciation and encouraged me, I thank you. It is time for me to take a break. I'm going on haitus to focus my energy on healing. It's my hope… Continue reading
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Kindness
She exhales kindness.It chills me like a whisper, close by my ear, unexpected in the dark. Only later do I know itfor what it is: a light giving, needed, welcomed,but so gentleit took awhilebefore it dawned: "Ah,that was a subtle… Continue reading
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Grief
Tears flow.Run themuntil they run clear. Tearskeep moistthe wounds,speed healing,prevent scarring. Sadness hurts,sometimes feelsit might kill. But sadness heals.One must trust this is so.Allow it. Sadness is baptism,ritual cleansing and promise–enter these watersboldly. One dayyou exit the fontwith memory intactbut… Continue reading
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Parable
"And lo,"he said,"the kingdom of Godis like unto a bride, who,in the whisper of an evening breeze,suffused with the saffron of a setting sun,lets drop her robe and stands naked before her beloved,and in that moment claims herself,and in that… Continue reading
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Four Lines
I offer four lines,one to save myselfand three to save the world: "I'd rather be kind than right." "I was wrong." "I'm sorry." "Hold me." In vulnerability waits salvation. Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.… Continue reading
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Keep Moving
Continue the journey,not out of fear,but curiosity. Continue,not out of anger,but love. Continue,not out of need,but generosity. Continue,not out of hurt,but healing. Continue,not out of emptiness,but fullness. Continue,not away from others,but into yourself. Continue the journey,not to avoid death,but to… Continue reading