the week the unfolding began

This was the week of the whole and the holy. The week of wine in mason jars and the tears that hit so hard I became salt water for a while and as the night grew deeper I pulled a chair into the kitchen to reach high on tip toes …

stay awake with me {the story of a broken heart & the open road}

{some stories write themselves. in a rush, fingers and thoughts and words tumbling over one another almost faster than you can capture. some stories are stubborn, held tight, refusing to come to light no matter how hard you push. still others come easy, like water flows, but only if you respect …

all the proof i will ever need.

{for Monique and her beloved James, on the day of their wedding} [soundcloud url=”https://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/128517229″ params=”color=ff6600&auto_play=false&show_artwork=true” width=”100%” height=”166″ iframe=”true” /] It is no secret That this heart of mine Has broken Enough times That I’ve made A serious investment In a variety Of materials That promise to patch Things up For …

jeanette leblanc

And Still. Always. Again, You Rise.

We don’t, not any of us, get to this point clean. We’re all dirty and ragged. Rough edges and sharp corners. Fault lines and demolition zones. We’ve got tear gas riot squads aiming straight for the protest lines of our weary souls. Landmines in our chests that we trip over …