Let us pray first for steadiness - not triumph, not ease, but the ability to stay when the ground feels thin.
T he Legend of Fiddler’s Green Fiddler’s Green is a long-standing military legend describing a place of rest and reunion for those who have completed their final watch.
The years teach you this: success isn’t earned at the finish, but in the days no one remembers. No one told me success would move like winter... so slow you notice the thaw only when your breath no longer clouds the glass.
It's funny to think about the things in your life that can make you cry just knowing that they existed, can then become the same things that make you cry knowing that they're now gone. - Ted Lasso I did not know, at first, that joy carries a shadow.
I stepped into that old chapel like a man steps off the road, just to feel the ground stop moving.
I chase a flicker in the dark - a word-moth brushing my thoughts, refusing capture but leaving dust like evidence in the air. The poem begins expensive - not in coins, but in nerve. A blank page waits like a market stall at dawn: crates sweating dew, wood smelling of fish and citrus, quiet with possible trades. I bargain with myself, turning out my pockets, paying in doubt, in hours shaved from sleep, in the bruised pulp of almost-said things. Then the wrestling starts. Metaphors twist like eels, slick, unwilling to be handled. Similes arrive …