Nicole McCutcheon
@nicole02
Nicole McCutcheon
There You Are
There you are
this cold day
boiling the water on the stove
pouring the herbs into the pot
hawthorn, rose;
buying the tulips
& looking at them, holding
your heart in your hands at the table
saying please, please to nobody else
here in the kitchen with you.
How hard, how heavy this all is.
How beautiful, these things you do,
i
... See moreMove to Oregon in July
Joy Sullivan, Instructions for Traveling West
And you can drive to the coast and slurp oysters from the shell in cafes with tiny brass forks and fancy chilled plates. Or you can pass a lavender farm and feel the scent creep through your skin and into your dreams. Soon, you'll be ordering brandy manhattans at the bar and trying
... See more“To have that sense of one's intrinsic worth which, for better or for worse, constitutes self-respect, is potentially to have everything: the ability to discriminate, to love and to remain indifferent. To lack it is to be locked within oneself, paradoxically incapable of either love or indifference. If we do not respect ourselves, we are on the one
... See more“The intensity of our compulsive thinking is in direct proportion to our unwillingness to feel what’s inside out body.”
-Tara Brach
A Suit or a Suitcase
You ask what I’ll miss about this life.
Everything but cruelty, I think.
But you want one specific thing,
so here—I’ll miss my body. I’ll miss
its companionship, how it’s traveled
with me, never leaving me—& by me,
I mean my mind. My soul? My self?
I don’t know what to call it, and besides,
my body hasn’t traveled with me.
I
Incomprehensible
open.spotify.com"I'm afraid of getting older, " that's what I've learned to say
Society has given me the words to think that way
The message spirals, "Don't get saggy, don't get grey"
But the soft and lovely silvers are now fallin' on my shoulder
My mother and my grandma, my great-grandmother too
Wrinkle like the river, sweeten like the dew
And as silver as the rainbow scales that shimmer purple blue
How can beauty that is livin' be anything but true?
So let gravity be my sculptor, let the wind do my hair
Let me dance in front of people without a care
Let me be naked alone with nobody there
With mismatched socks and shoes and stuff stuffed in my underwear
Incomprehensible, let me be
Incomprehensible, let me be
“Around us, life bursts with miracles--a glass of water, a ray of sunshine, a leaf, a caterpillar, a flower, laughter, raindrops. If you live in awareness, it is easy to see miracles everywhere. Each human being is a multiplicity of miracles. Eyes that see thousands of colors, shapes, and forms; ears that hear a bee flying or a thunderclap; a brain
... See more“A person who knows they love 1980s Japanese jazz, pumpkin soup, moral complexity, and peach-skin textures has a better chance of finding someone who loves those same things, or someone who complements them in ways that are interesting.
A specific taste profile lets others see where their weirdness fits against yours, like puzzle pieces, but
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“Our interconnected relationships were long supported by wisdom traditions, stories, and rituals that gave us meaning and made sense of the world. This knowing lives in our bones -- the understanding that we are not separate from Earth but are Earth becoming aware of itself. Our bodies are made of soil and sunlight, our breath one with the winds,
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