Is It Just Me?! I'm Feeling Off This Holiday Season. Like I'm Not Feeling Like My Jolly Grateful Self.

When did it become so hard to find a good pair of walking shoes as someone with supination?

Happy Easter ...

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On days when I don't have anyone to talk to, I really wish I had a significant other to talk through lift stuff or stuff that makes me sad.

The hands that are meant to touch you will come with gentle strength, a warmth that doesn’t take from you, but gives, across its length.

They will not tremble with greed or lust, nor pull you into storms, but cradle the tempest within your heart, and keep your spirit warm.

These hands will know your silences, the words you never say, they'll trace the contours of your soul, and light your shadowed way.

They’ll carry scars, like maps of time, stories written in skin, yet they’ll hold you like a precious truth, and find the truth within.

The hands that are meant to touch you will not demand your light, but guard the flicker of your flame, and bask in its delight. So wait for those hands, steady and true, for love cannot be rushed.

The hands that are meant to touch you will hold, not merely brush.