The colors of healingRead more: The colors of healing
Healing is a feline treading stealthily around the concrete monoliths of the neighborhood – slow and lazy and clandestine. A striped tow of light, sheaves of color falling from the trees, pigment dripping from the November sky and gathering in little pools of gold in your heart to glitter in the dark of winter.
Walk, sadness, walk!Read more: Walk, sadness, walk!
I took my sadness for a walk. I walked it right out of the park, past the tram stops and onto the streets flooded with the slow, hesitant steps of old age. I walked and walked and walked it out of my body. Then I walked some more with it like one walks with…