Painfully curious...about how it feels to fall.
Why must the power of the female body cancel the power of the female mind? Are we so afraid of having both?
Uncle Joe used to spend a fair amount of time in the loony bin. My family wasn't bothered by his regular trips to and from 'the facility'--they'd shrug and say, , and they'd put him in the car and tak...
There is, in the end, the letting go.
There is always reason to care. There is always reason to give. It is what we are here to do.
There are other kinds of damage, to the people in your life, to your sense of who you are and what you can do, to your future
The side of me that feared fire and longed for ice, that cringed at noise and hungered for silence, that shied from touch and desired to numb itself into nothing.
The reward is entrance to the world of the Spirit, which is to say, entrance to this world, a place at this table, in this human life. I am not much concerned about the existence of a hereafter, a nex...
It is not a sudden leap from sick to well. It is a slow, strange meander from sick to mostly well. The misconception that eating disorders are a medical disease in the traditional sense is not helpful...
I write constantly, trying to avoid the dull pain of gradual loss, trying not to think about the fact that I am leaving soon.
I began to measure things in absence instead of presence.
Having a normal person around me made it poingnantly clear to me that I was out of control.
Call it the feeling of love that connects us. Call it the creative force that drives us to transform. Call it our energy. Call it our capacity to give. Call it grace, or even divinity, something that...
Comprehending little and caring less.
Perhaps our purpose is, for the time being, to be human, to live on this earth and in this human community, to receive something from it, and to give something back.
You begin to forget what it means to live. You forget things. You forget that you used to feel all right. You forget what it means to feel all right because you feel like shit all the time, and you ca...
You begin to forget what it means to live. You forget things. You forget that you used to feel all right. You forget what it means to feel all right because you feel like shit all of the time, and you...
When we doubt, we learn to accept that we may not ever know. When we question, we learn to accept that there may be no answer. When we shout our doubt out into the universe, we learn to accept that we...
When I returned, everything was different. Everything was calm, and I felt very clean. Everything was in order. Everything was as it should be. I had a secret. It was a guilty secret, certainly. But i...
What a child knows about transformation is very little. What an adult knows, I think, is even less. Because a child at least remembers that transformation is possible.