Gratitude (Rewrite)
Maybe it’s the little things that matter most in life, like the one leaf stuck on the very top of a tree in our backyard. All the other leaves have fallen and been swept away weeks ago, yet one small … Continue reading →
Real Love (rewrite)
For most of my life I thought love was a verb. I treated it as a transaction. I did for others, gave of myself and in return wanted something back. That’s hard to admit and it’s absolutely true. I loved … Continue reading →
Softness (rewrite)
In every way Cindy was soft. Her skin was like a baby’s, her hands soft and her hugs melted every person who had the fortune to receive them. Her heart, words and the way she moved through every moment of … Continue reading →
Three Words (rewrite)
I didn’t live near Cindy Love for most of my adult life. I left after college and came back only to visit. For Cindy Love I was always away. When we talked on the phone she would always say ‘Mel, … Continue reading →
Stillness (rewrite)
This is my daughter sitting beside a lake in Canada when she was a teenager. The photograph is beautiful. She, is beautiful. She is poised, still and present to the beauty around her and her being emanates peace and … Continue reading →
Exquisite Vulnerability Rewrite
I saw something on my way into Philadelphia one fall morning that was terrifying and intensely beautiful at the same time. There wasn’t much traffic so I was going pretty fast. Along the very side of the highway was a … Continue reading →
Honest the Truth (rewrite)
‘If it ain’t the truth, it’s a lie.’ I don’t remember who originally said this. A poet and dear friend, Thomas Rain Crowe quoted this many years ago during one of our powerful and robust conversations while drinking a bottle … Continue reading →
You and Me the Same (rewrite)
These revisions are an attempt to distill and clarify what I have learned about how to love with grace. They are an attempt to get closer to what I believe is true and share some of the profound wisdom Cindy … Continue reading →
The Door is Open (rewrite)
THE DOOR IS OPEN Cindy would say loudly every time I knocked on a door she was behind. In her 57 years there was not one time that she said anything different. Her door was always open and I was always … Continue reading →
Rewrite; Letting Go
I’ve had practice letting go in the last decade and have learned about what that means through saying goodbye to my parents, two sisters, three animals and most recently my mentor. Letting go does not mean losing the love or the … Continue reading →