Tag Archives: healing

We Must Hold On

I am nearing 32 weeks. At 32 weeks, in this sadly small town, I am to be transferred to the nearest town, from my current doctor, a general practitioner to a down-right baby doc. 32 weeks seems so very late … Continue reading

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Hearts We Leave Behind

October is dwindling down rapidly. The trees are largely bare, though unseasonable warmth stills seems to be greeting us in my neck of the Great White North. Each day I wake up and glance out the window, bleary eyed, expecting … Continue reading

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What a Friend I Have in Pain

On June 3, 2013, I made a new friend. She and I found fast connection. She is a lot like me, we look similar, though she is darker, hides in shadows. We sound alike, though her voice has a roughness … Continue reading

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Bottling Seasons

The scent of campfire smoke curls through my hair, perfuming my pillow with the scent of wood and cool nights, staring up at the stars. I fade slowly into sleep, rosy cheeks warming, mind full of moonlight. This week I’ve … Continue reading

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Lost and Found

What’s to be gained from this? Closing in on three months after my miscarriage, my mind wanders from time to time, back to the days of pain. I see myself, almost as though from outside the scene. I see a … Continue reading

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To Bend and Not Break

In the two and a half months since my loss, I’ve combed my mind and heart for ways to heal. After weeks of crying, I lifted myself back up into the world, still feeling a horrifying emptiness in my heart, … Continue reading

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The Wild is Always There

August afternoons slip hastily into night, the heat of the days draining away into crisp evenings. Each day climbs, with dreadful speed, towards fall and winter. Curled up in bed, under the glow of lamplight, swallowed up in a book … Continue reading

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