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Showing posts from May, 2015

the day i got divorced.

May 28, 2015. The day I got divorced. 
The end of the after The weight of a war  The kindness gone to bed... 
This is it? Well this is desert.  And what of him? What the hell, love. What the hell, love.

- Ben Howard, End of the Affair

truth telling

From Momastery:
People think of us addicts as insensitive liars, but we don't start out that way. We start out as extremely sensitive truth tellers. We look at everyone around us smiling and repeating “I’m fine! I’m fine! I’m fine!” and we find ourselves unable to join them in all the pretending. We must tell the truth, which is: “Actually, quite often I’m NOT fine.” In our culture it’s not yet safe to tell that truth with words so we use whatever else we can find- drugs, booze, food, money, other bodies. We act out our truth instead of speaking it. And everything becomes a godforsaken mess. But we were just trying to be honest. This is why it is so important for people in recovery (that’s all of us) to practice truth telling. Because if we speak out our truth we don’t have to act out our truth. The more we use our words, the less we find ourselves needing to use substances and other people. Practice truth telling today. Even if it's just all alone in your room, say out loud: “…

my talented sister

My talented sister, Alexandra Karamallis, painted this beautiful scene of a street in Cape Town. Simply stunning.

starting over / letting go

This article had some really good stuff in it, including this gem:

"It occurs to me that starting over was letting go, and letting go is a bit like prayer: Involuntary and also deliberate. You will get what you ask for, what your energy moves undeniably toward, the most desperately whispered desires of your heart. It’s only that the answer might look like nothing you imagined."

live on

"Live On," Camps Bay beach, Cape Town.

mothers day

Some mama + baba photos in celebration of mothers everywhere, and the blessing of raising my darling little Harper bean.

That last one is of me and my loveliest Mama. Certainly can see the resemblance between me and Harper! 
Oh, and also this article on motherhood that really says it all. 

the layers

From the poem "The Layers" by Stanley Kunitz:

“Live in the layers,
not on the litter.”
Though I lack the art
to decipher it,
no doubt the next chapter
in my book of transformations
is already written.
I am not done with my changes.

leaving love / david whyte

From BrainPickings

One of the difficulties of leaving a relationship is not so much, at the end, leaving the person themselves — because, by that time, you’re ready to go; what’s difficult is leaving the dreams that you shared together. And you know that somehow — no matter who you meet in your life in the future, and no matter what species of happiness you would share with them — you will never, ever share those particular dreams again, with that particular tonality and coloration. And so there’s a lovely and powerful form of grief there that is the ultimate of giving away but making space for another form of re-imagination. THE JOURNEY Above the mountains
the geese turn into
the light again Painting their
black silhouettes
on an open sky. Sometimes everything
has to be
inscribed across
the heavens so you can find
the one line
already written
inside you. Sometimes it takes
a great sky
to find that first, bright
and indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your own heart. Sometimes with
the bones of the black

"Beautiful girl, you can do hard things."