Love is Colorblind

“No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.” ― Nelson Mandela, Long Walk to Freedom

"This first Friday in June, all I know is I am doing my best. My very damnedest. And it looks like this…"

I felt like this today. You don’t need to hear about the numbness, excruciating pain, overwhelming anxiety, residual anxiety, paranoia, dizziness  or that I prayed to whomever was listening to just end it. Fucking end the ridiculous, relentless, ad nauseam, non-sensical hours that consume my days. Frankly it’s wearing me down, ripping me to shreds and fucking exhausting fighting invisible monsters. Yes, I know I’m sick. Yes, I understand tapering off benzos is

“I was my only obstacle. Once I stepped aside, there it was. Grace." Jacqueline Cioffa

“I was my only obstacle. Once I stepped aside, there it was. Grace. Glaring at me, in the face, as certain as a Cove sunrise.”        – Jacqueline Cioffa. THE VAST LANDSCAPE Available on Kindle #borrow #amazonprime #THEVASTLANDSCAPE http://t.co/cMbbzeA0eP Poignant Romance Series 5-Stars #readers #borrow #amazonprime #romance pic.twitter.com/kVWnu8US0v — JCioffa (@JackieCioffa) April 19, 2015

I am not hate.

I have to remind myself to walk away from the hate multiple times a day when frustration gets too heavy, life bears down too hard. Living is torture even when one is ridiculously happy. Living consumed by hate, the ugliest impossibility. The sun is a billion years dead and gone, yet she shines so warm and glorious. I’m going to bask in the light of the sun. I bought three gemstone rings

Opal

“Because of you, Opal, after decades of hiding in place behind other people’s faces and names, she longed for a space she could belong. Because of you, Opal, X pitied herself a little less. Because of you, Opal, born sparkly, fire beautiful and quartz strong.” GEORGIA PINE

for the love of a dog

Wouldn’t it be lovely if kindness, loyalty and showers of affection were our biggest faults? Wouldn’t it though? It would be awfully, awfully nice. It is lovely in the company of my shadow. The spirit animal who teaches me patiently and without judgement the crazy curious inexplicable mystery that is uncomplicated love. For one glorious moment I forget, all the exhausting complicated human parts. I’m free. On the walk. I don’t care how I look on the outside,