object of memory

we must return to where it was lost / if we want to find it again

Tag: empathy

  • transformation

    transformation

    I originally began this site to encourage myself to sit and write. Over time I’ve realized that while I love formal writing, sometimes it hampers my ability to simply get words out.

    Our current reality has sent me into complete overwhelm. Anger and sadness greets me every morning and I have spent the past few days knitting together feelings and preparing for productive action, or as much as one can do as an empathetic, compassionate person who believes human rights and social justice living in a state in North America.

    Polished thoughts, yes. But shorter. Sometimes just images. A replacement for social media but still some form of connection. We’ll see what unfurls.

  • sun turns the evening to rose

    sun turns the evening to rose

    Reese meets me in the hallway before school, ready for our twice-a-week individual work. I kneel and gently ask her to take off her backpack and coat. As I speak, she suddenly freezes, tears welling in her eyes.

    “Your voice is wrong,” she says, tone rising with distress. Baffled, I keep myself calm and steady, which is our usual way unless we are playing.

    “Your voice is telling me you are upset,” she cries, pushing her palms toward me. “Why are you sad?” she yells.

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