it’s literally so beautiful outside i almost started crying

wintry dusk has arrived

the house is empty space and silence

i am currently eating dinner (round one*)
(and not paying enough mind
to the food i’m chewing) —

roasted spaghetti squash**
with homemade tomato sauce***

today went a bit strange and lovely

(i made a hoop)

i’ve managed to settle
into the comfort of
one thought:

forgive yourself, and let go

love is for you, too

much love,


**does this really keep people full?
***i am never this fancy

This entry was published on October 15, 2012 at 3:47 am. It’s filed under creative conversation, emotions and stuff, happy heart, happy life, head trips, honest conversation, life and living, life lately, mental health, rambles and writing, sunday superlatives, thoughts and musings, writing and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

4 thoughts on “comfort

  1. Sigh. I love your style. You pack so much into a few, carefully chosen words. Thanks for sharing your thought of comfort. Needed to hear that today :)

  2. You are a beautiful human being. Love your words always. I’m glad to hear about your comforting thought! Thanks for sharing :) and haha I always wondered the same thing about spaghetti squash!

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