It took years of work But a feeling finally slipped out And we caught it in a butterfly net And kept a precarious hold on it And wrestled it into … Continue reading Truth is a caged wild bird.
Tag: metaphors
Bittersweet and strange.
“Bittersweet and strange, finding you can change, learning you were wrong…” I’m watching Beauty and the Beast with my kid, and because it’s nearly impossible for me to turn off … Continue reading Bittersweet and strange.
Adaptation.
My therapist has told me that I’m above average at therapy. I am uniquely suited to actively participating in reflective conversation about myself, learning what it is I need to … Continue reading Adaptation.
Wrong end of a telescope.
A couple of funny things have happened — inside my brain, mostly — in the last few days that have made me feel like I’m looking through the wrong end … Continue reading Wrong end of a telescope.
Grenade.
I’ve been thinking a lot in the last week or two about how it could be possible that I came from such horrible people and didn’t turn out the same … Continue reading Grenade.
Wild Geese.
A friend of mine recently shared this poem on her Facebook page, in the context of thinking about the High Holidays (Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, and the week in … Continue reading Wild Geese.
Buckle up, buttercup!
Are you ready for the craziest revelation I’ve had in years? I’ve discovered that, much like the secondhand smoke I inhaled around my practically chain-smoking parents for the majority of … Continue reading Buckle up, buttercup!
When the grief runneth over.
Like a toppled wine glass slowly staining the Seder table, sometimes grief spills out and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. Sometimes holidays are just friggin’ hard. I … Continue reading When the grief runneth over.
The taste of well-loved.
I know all too well what well-loved people look like. I grew up staring hungrily at them, wishing for a taste of the enveloping warmth they had the luxury of … Continue reading The taste of well-loved.
The devil you know.
One of the figures of speech I frequently keep in mind is that the devil you know is better than the devil you don’t know. It means that sometimes, a … Continue reading The devil you know.
Journeys in the Dark 