a gentle life after the storm

it's been almost half a year since i wrote anything. the last thing i published was about losing myself in love. i was writing from inside the wreckage. then i disappeared and let the storms do what storms do best: wreck, pass, and leave their strange little ruins behind.

today, while arranging my apartment, i found my favorite corner.

i have a Bastet statue in my apartment because she reminds me that being alone is not always a loss. sometimes it is a kingdom.

and when i was a kid, i was a boring kid with no friends, so i read the entire Bible for fun. i’m not religious, but the passage has always stayed with me. i only thought it was beautiful language. now i realize it describes a kind of love very few actually live.

lately, healing does not arrive like thunder or lightning. maybe it is smaller than that. maybe it is just books, a prayer, a goddess, an olive tree, and a woman teaching herself that she was never unlovable.