Letting Go
I lost seven friends. And my aunt. And my father. Not lost. They aren’t missing. They’re dead. Every one.
Violet Dreams
Last night, at the stroke of twelve, we let go of 2014. For some this “letting go” held regret, for others celebration. I’m not sure where I was on the spectrum between the wistful romanticism of another year gone and the joy of charging full-bore around the bend into the unknown.
Emmanuel
It is an evil day when you must choose between life and death, and the lesser of the two evils is death. There was once a time when I believed that death was, in some instances, a good thing. I believed that it was a release, a letting-go, rest for the weary. I retract that belief.
2012: Reflection on the Questions
Now that we are into February of the new year, I’m at a place removed so I can adequately reflect on the year that was 2012. It has taken the better part of a month to process, and even still, I’m not sure how to digest it all. But here’s a first crack at getting my thoughts, questions, and overwhelming confusion out of my head and into this blog.