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.
SCHUYLERI’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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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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Meet me where happiness doesn’t feel like a false spring.
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Yes, this life is mine, but more often I watch it take place and my hands feel too far away to touch it.
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I allow myself to be a weathervane; receive every feeling that greets the shore of me.
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The world will be loud again. I’ll notice the loneliness less.
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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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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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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 still know the fabric of where I begin and end.
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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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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’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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I’m writing about moving again, and when I write about moving, I really mean beginning. I’m beginning again.
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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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I never lose pieces of me, I just gain new understanding.
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