I used to think the ground was solid and safe, supporting my weight. Then suddenly it was taut, like stretch tarpaulin and catapulted me into space. Now I’m free-falling, tumbling, twisting, rolling, and hurtling where? I do not know. Maybe a tree will catch me and break my fall, something familiar to grab … Continue reading Free-falling


I am fragmenting and the pain is deep. I watch helpless as I feel another piece of my being disintegrate. There are parts of me over here and parts of me over there. Some parts I have freely given, others have been wrenched from me. I’m gasping, grasping for wisdom. Painful, hurtful, helpless, sick to … Continue reading Fragmenting