I’m writing about moving again, and when I write about moving, I really mean beginning. I’m beginning again.
SCHUYLERI allow myself to be a weathervane; receive every feeling that greets the shore of me.
More Schuyler Quotes
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I allow myself to be a weathervane; receive every feeling that greets the shore of me.
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I will still live like a ghost in the mornings; walking, listening, pouring coffee to finish sometime by the afternoon, when I’ve had enough of watching the world and do all I can to live in it.
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Change is not a four letter curse word I once believed it to be.
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I’m thinking about how early the spring flower buds rise up from the grass; just barely on winter’s heels. How uncomfortable, how cold the soil must be, still half-frosted, when the roots start to take shape.
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People have been washed away by less. I’ll take every step gently. So often, you can’t tell the rush of a riptide until you’re already at sea.
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I don’t want to be a saint, I want a love I don’t fight alone to keep.
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I still know the fabric of where I begin and end.
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Please come here, but not too close.
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In a dream, I’m holding you close and when I wake, I do. How lucky, to want and have.
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How radiant you are, waiting by the window, watching for the sun to grant you more time to dance beneath it. You’ve let yourself dream again. Even if its in bites, even if it’s in a different voice than it used to be.
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There will be a time where this hurts less and it will not mean it didn’t matter. It means that in the face of feeling something precious slip in my hands, I will always find a way back to myself.
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Meet me where happiness doesn’t feel like a false spring.
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I sit on the bare floor, leave my palms unturned, and watch relief pool into one hand, and uncertainty in the next. I will try not to lean more one way or another, but let them hold each other as company.
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This does not have to be a hard life to love. There is not enough time to let it stray too far from my hands.
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My love lives in my cheeks – gives me away by the first smile. all the lines from years spent laughing, warm with extra freckles in the summer; a poker face that doesn’t keep once my knees fold.
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