Unbridled Joy

Unbridled: free, undirected, unrestricted. Thoughts are freely shared. Gestures are unlimitlessly given. There are no fears, no holding back. Everything that is mine is yours; my happiness, my fears, my dreams and what I ate that day. No other word, but joy, is a fitting discription. So love me unbridled so I can know joy, unbridled…

The Aftermath

The dust settles at some point… all that’s left is rubble and…. mess – in her heart anyway. So now it’s about remembering. remembering how she survived it before… How did she do it in the past? Did she bury herself under her covers? No, she breathed… in and out and in again… that’s it… treat every moment as though you chose it. She chose this moment. It was hers… So what does one do with the moment one has chosen…? She’ll tell you when she knows…

Life is Messy

Allow me to divert for a moment. I hope it doesn’t make me less black that I’m reading a book by a white American woman, but right now, I’m relating to Amy Poehler like you can’t believe.
She says life is messy and without order. It is an imperfect balancing act of putting kids to bed, commuting and work all the while trying to make sense of it all. I liked this poem she wrote when she was just 13 years old:
When life attacks you from everyside

It hurts –

Too much –

And the most 

Painless

Easiest way out is –

Death

To survive.

So there it is. She has found my spot. I will keep reading…