A life in threes

Category: someone else’s words



‘They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.’

‘For the Fallen’ | Robert Laurence Binyon 1914

Wasted time

While I know that there are bigger things going on today than what’s going on with me and my *feelings* – I wanted to share this poem.

It is the way that I feel.



Sometimes you have to wait
in the dark
For what seems like forever
Certain no progress is being made,
not even a little growth
Nothing seems alive
You, least of all
It doesn’t even feel like waiting, truth be told,
since waiting implies an end in sight —
and you haven’t seen one of those
in ages.
You’re sure you’ve been abandoned
It seems as though your own soul may have deserted you
But then one day
A day you didn’t think would come —
The smallest of cracks appears
Then the crack turns into an opening
Then the opening a breaking free.
Maybe it was the way the sun hit,
or how the rain fell
or how the planets aligned
or maybe something deep within you simply knew: NOW.
It’s not just that you’ve come back to life, though
You’re different.
The life within you feels humbler, since you know you know less now.
And more grounded, since your roots were silently growing deep all this time.
You understand now, there was something happening,
something profound
in that slow and tedious germination.
It’s a miracle, isn’t it?
How even in the longest and most brutal of winters
thousands of seeds are plotting
a most magnificent spring.~

~Leyla Aylin

art: Shanna Trumbly

Take care of yourself.

— regarding the röttgen pietà, elle emerson

A final thought

on this Month for Loki

Goodbye July

Month for Loki: Sixteenth


Hail Loki ❤

Some food for thought from a friend of a friend.

This is not an urban legend!

This quote is from my friend Sean’s dear friend Carol, regarding lessons from the Universe:

Maybe you don’t need more lessons. Maybe you need to get more out of those lessons you’ve already had.

This inspires me…and I think about this every day.


Where I’ve been: a multi-layered metaphor and a half.

What a long strange trip from


to here.

But I’m on my way

and I am not looking back.