loneliness,
glass beach
People search for sea glass like it’s gold—squatting, bending, digging, sifting, inspecting. Some come away with a handful, others fill pockets or bags. Everyone on the hunt for something shiny, smoothed by time and tide. Some say, “Glass Beach isn’t what it used to be.” Meaning: less glass now, fewer large pieces worth pocketing. There’s…
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Someone spelled LOVE on the sidewalk. I almost accidentally stepped on it, but didn’t. I stopped in my tracks and tears came to my eyes. I breathed in deeply and walked on feeling the ache in my heart. My restorative yoga teacher read a quote in class last night, “If you want to let go.…
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Sometimes loneliness is gut wrenching. It feels vulnerable to talk about loneliness, but it’s such a real part of life. Facebook memories started pulling on a thread of loneliness today. I saw pictures from 8 years ago of people who came to my house for a pumpkin carving party. If I had a pumpkin carving…
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