Some mornings, I like to live like a secret; wake as quietly as I can, slip out of bed without so much as a wrinkle.
SCHUYLER- 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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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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Some mornings, I like to live like a secret; wake as quietly as I can, slip out of bed without so much as a wrinkle.
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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.
SCHUYLERI’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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I’m writing about moving again, and when I write about moving, I really mean beginning. I’m beginning again.
SCHUYLERI’m writing about moving again, and when I write about moving, I really mean beginning. I’m beginning again.
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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.
SCHUYLERThere 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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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.
SCHUYLERPeople 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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Change is not a four letter curse word I once believed it to be.
SCHUYLERChange is not a four letter curse word I once believed it to be.
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In a dream, I’m holding you close and when I wake, I do. How lucky, to want and have.
SCHUYLERIn a dream, I’m holding you close and when I wake, I do. How lucky, to want and have.
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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.
SCHUYLERIn 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’ll craft a haven that that cradles every joy and sorrow, but doesn’t hold them to keep.
SCHUYLERI’ll craft a haven that that cradles every joy and sorrow, but doesn’t hold them to keep.
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I never lose pieces of me, I just gain new understanding.
SCHUYLERI never lose pieces of me, I just gain new understanding.
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I’m remembering again, how loneliness has always made me brave.
SCHUYLERI’m remembering again, how loneliness has always made me brave.
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I know I could be an astronomer of this swooning.
SCHUYLERI know I could be an astronomer of this swooning.
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For 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.
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.
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If every feeling comes like a wave, I try to decide what kind of coastline I’ll become.
SCHUYLERIf every feeling comes like a wave, I try to decide what kind of coastline I’ll become.
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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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Meet me where happiness doesn’t feel like a false spring.
SCHUYLERMeet me where happiness doesn’t feel like a false spring.
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