The Language of Longing

My friend’s cat loves to sit at the window and watch the birds in the Japanese maple. Every morning he stands on his back legs, reaches up, catches the top of the blind, and uses his weight to drag it down so he can drive himself crazy with longing. 

99 Ways to Feel Good as an Adopted Person

If you grow up trying to please people, trying to make sure you aren’t given away, if you grow up always testing limits, boundaries, people’s ability to stay with you when you are behaving like a wild animal, you don’t get a chance to be yourself.

Day 21 - Annie Dillard

I think it would be well, and proper, and obedient, and pure, to grasp your one necessity and not let it go, to dangle from it limp wherever it takes you. Then even death, where you're going no matter how you live, cannot you part.

Day 20 - Gratitude Journal

I like writing my gratitude lists on black paper because I feel like I'm talking to the night or my subconscious or that I'm writing in a language that's visually special, a quiet prayer. Star scratch on the sky. 

Day 19 - Betsy

Every evening before I turn off my life, I say good night to the listening woman Betsy gave me. I love my woman's soft face, her wild hair.