Weekend of phone calls to different time zones, going to church, listening to the piano, so many staircases to nothing at all, multiple cups of coffee, erasures and loosening my grip and easing through things and trying to seek refuge in relearning, and regrouping. Sleepy and quiet. A lot of comings and goings. Reading jeanann verlee poems and jenny holzer. Bed rest and eating. Tired but very grateful for flowers and kittens and bottled diet cokes and car sing-alongs. i’m thankful for: poems about love, a fresh bag of chips (still unopened), every train ride home from work, bananas and peaches, countdowns, unmade plans, listening to my heart beat, ghosts of my past, kissing the tips of my kitties noses.
i prefer cats, books, musique and coffee to the company of humans... philosopher, molecular biologist, feminist ; love to read a lot, love to dance ballet & salsa ; francophile; seventh-day adventist; love the Lord for He is my friend and El Shaddai ! writing is my catharsis, it's a way to find myself, it's a way to teach myself to be brave; trying to put back the pieces of my life together with God's help and trying to heal; most of all trying to listen to His still small voice, learning to remember thus saith the Lord & trying to find out what my purpose is & where He is leading me ! No matter where I may end up, I know He still has me in the palms of His hands (Isaiah 49:16). Above all else, God comes first.