Acceptance Stories

I sit here every dawn because I do, and I keep the fire going because I want the warmth. I eat a piece of toast because I’m hungry and look up at the morning star because it’s there.I listen to my heart because it’s beating and it’s quiet in the stillness of this room. I take a breath because I want the air and cannot stop what enters me with every breath-- these thoughts, these memories, these longings that swirl in me b...

This stone is more than stone,more than weight against my arms,my shoulders, my neck--more than a stone my legs must shove,my hands must grasp,my lungs must grunt into--more than a moan inside my soulthat comes from knowing there is no escape from where I am,from who I am.This is the burden of my being here,this knowing that my place beneath the stars means endless work,means looking out into the universeof moons and suns...