when they try to make me wrong
I try to remember the damage they have done
and the healing I have perpetrated
and sometimes this makes me feel less like a speck and more like a woman
who has a right to her dignity
what are accomplishments?
besides, of course, the fetish of Protestants...
stripped of the outward and visible grace thing that conspicuous consumption
carries, what is left for the definition of accomplishment?
am I accomplished? how can I know?
do I ask myself, "Self, what have you as I, accomplished?"
because that seems awfully easy
thousands of events and eventualities could be blithely elicited from
and a pile as high as spun straw in a fairy tale, would turn to gold before
ah, my eyes
bless these eyes for all they have seen and all they have forgotten and
for the courage to arise open each day
blessings and gratitude
time to take the dog for a walk