I still know the fabric of where I begin and end.
SCHUYLERFor now, I’ll bring what I can to my own four walls. I recognize the purpose, the promise of this: a church is made by its space, by its practices.
More Schuyler Quotes
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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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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’ll craft a haven that that cradles every joy and sorrow, but doesn’t hold them to keep.
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In a dream, my fingertips pulse. I’ll be patient in my blooming. In a dream, I let time pass through open hands.
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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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I’m writing about moving again, and when I write about moving, I really mean beginning. I’m beginning again.
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The world will be loud again. I’ll notice the loneliness less.
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I want to wade into the water on the sidewalk, crawl out of this feeling without giving it a name. Take a lighter to love’s sticky edges so its sadness isn’t caught in my throat.
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Meet me where happiness doesn’t feel like a false spring.
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Hold me here, where I feel less like a stranger to my own laughter. Where it’s easier to believe things happen for a reason or maybe, at least, out of a thousand winding roads my life might take, I will still find one that fits me.
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I’m choosing to believe things are getting better again. The give and take of joy, remembering a few days of ache does not mean forever.
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Your anger, your sorrow, your fear, are okay to feel through, no matter how big it feels now.
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Please come here, but not too close.
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Take me back to the evergreen trees; to the sunlight through the leaves, the bending ferns and fronds. The pitter of the rain, the smooth rocks sleeping under moss. Take me back to the life I know before this body.
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I never lose pieces of me, I just gain new understanding.
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