#words

I feel less burdened when I approach this grief as love, ready to burst apart within me.

I can hold you in my arms and rock you to sleep. domestic work is grounding; it roots you back to source, back to body, back to ancestors. to employ others to do it is a disconnect.

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When you do find those who still feel like home after the drift of time, hold onto them with both hands

A word, you realized, is nothing without humanity; it is a neutral, colorless, valueless entity, a fallen tree in a forgotten forest.

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I’ve seen thoughts destroy souls.

People so lost in their own heads you’re not talking to a human anymore —

You’re talking to something cold.

Smoky.

Rusty steel in the shape of a person.

So lost, there’s no fishing hook strong enough to reel them back to shore.

God had no language barrier.