
- You can’t take anyone with you, anyway, I quietly remind myself as the world shifts rapidly around me.
- Trying to hold on to someone is like grasping at a fistful of sand, I decide, people popping in and out of my life like faint stars in a cloudy night sky that is still somehow beautiful.
- Aparigraha, I whisper, watching friends fall away like flower petals, returning to whence they came.
- And so the lesson returns, I realize, these humans cannot be constants.
- How nourishing! How good for you, darling, I coo at my youngest selves as I feed them kale to put them to sleep, to fill a belly with green, come closer to wholeness.
- Who is this woman, I wonder, who sits and reads with a cup of warm lemon water at the kitchen table?
- If it’s attached to a person, it’s a strategy, not a need, I proclaim clearly, because I might need to feel safe but you’re only one road to get there.
- That is so painful, I assure the broken-hearted third grader who had to sit through a brutal day of online law school.
- The universe provides, I remember, as abundance and opportunity flows to me with enthusiasm.
- It’s okay to feel it all, I promise a terrified girl whose brain has just burst open.
- Your purpose is not to ensure others understand you, I counsel the teenager still invested in the perceptions of others.
- I love you, because the entire universe conspired to help me find you, I evoke him gently.
- Long inhale, slow exhale, I instruct my nervous mouth, trepidatious lungs.
- Remember the shallow can drown you, I prod the one willing to settle.
- I can love you, without you, I ascertain quietly, harrowed but fierce.
- The suffering to come can and should be avoided, I reflect with Libby on my lips.
- She wasn’t for you anyway, I swear with confidence.
- This little existence is boundless in its sweet contraction, I vow to the girl who loves this little house.
- Maybe numb isn’t safe after all, I ponder as my eyes remember how to produce tears.
- I always have enough to meet my needs, I assure the baby terrified of scarcity.
- You don’t have to punish yourself, I tell my bloated belly after a whole day of not eating.
- I can take care of us, I swear to the eight-year-old I’m driving to the thrift store for books.
- Just because you believe it, doesn’t mean it’s true, I advise the thoughts bouncing around an abundant brain.
- I trust you to trust them, I encourage the wounded parts, reticent to all connection.
- You don’t always have to be happy, I reveal the truth to my depression.