out of this moment, out of shame, out of truth without proof, out of rage without reason, out of following blindly, out of trying to make sense of it all, out of pride... into the days ahead, into open doors, into spoken words and honesty, into holding on without holding back, into being held, into brokenness, into asking myself why, into giving an answer, into searching for something deeper, into opening my hands, into being free, into love, into life.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
our lives are lace
made of looping, twisting thread, we are knitted patterns carefully planned. the details rarely seen are created all by hand.
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