All day, many memories came up to me and I tried to stop it but it was not easy for me. I can laugh now but still hurts and feel bitter when the past come up. Even it was not my fault, I always feel that I couldn’t protect my people from the abusers. The abusers are still alive and strong.

Today I didnt focus on studying all day cause my sister has a pain in heart. Sometimes I think studying is not important than listening to someone who is crying. I feel many people are lonely even they are surrounded by people. We always forget that we are connected to nature and our loved people.

Last Communion. - Joan Kwon Glass Here I am, kneeling again before a man who tells me I can be holy while insisting that nothing is permanent, not even my precious sins. I am washed in the blood, longing for something sacred, tongue hanging over my bottom lip like a dog. I like to read between the lines of obituaries, try to guess what their family members left out on purpose. You can tell a lot by what isn't there. For example, vague obit of healthy teenager: death by overdose, 50-year-old mom who was a brave warrior: breast cancer, 30-year-old male, donations to NAMI in lieu of flowers: suicide. My sister was an asshole, and now she's dead. Though her life ended at 37, I wrote her eulogy as though she died at age nine, because that was the last time she wasn't an asshole, and I wanted to say something true without pissing everyone off. Here's the thing-if all we have to do to erase our gravest mistakes is take communion or stop breathing one day, what is keeping us from making them all, from relishing each one, knowing in the end, they will not define us? When I die, please tell everyone the truth about me. That I walked around this place believing I was a little better than most. That twice I turned away from true love out of pride, revered books more than men. That I did, in fact, have a favorite child. While you're at it, reveal this truth about us all-that each of us has secrets we take to the grave, things we want to admit, but are certain no one wants to hear. Tell them that the very last time I ever took communion, I closed my lips around the priest's finger, let him feel my hot tongue against his skin. And he let me.

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Joan Kwon Glass absolutely stunning me with her bold writing.🫢

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This is a war based on lies

While I appreciate this man's dedication to reading ...

A light in darkness. So special

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화이팅!

Sharing sunrise with people in bluesky.

인연은 끝이 정해져 있는 것 같다. 여기까지 끝인가 생각이 들면 더 이상 억지로 그 인연을 붙이려고 노력하는 것이 의미가 없는 것 같기도 하다. 어쩌면 인간은 지독하게 외로울 수도 있고 그 반대일 수도 있다는 생각이 든다.

함민복- [말랑말랑한 힘]

Sometimes isolated time give me how much I want to connected to real human and real people. After those years, I finally remember how we are smart and honest to each other.

Advice From psychiatrist for heart-broken people

1. Exercise - 30 min / day
2. Sleep
->wake up 6 am
-> Dinner 6 pm
-> Sleep 10 pm
3. Relax
-> Depp breathing 5 times / hour
-> meditation 2 times in a day
4. Grounding
-> Breathing 5 times
-> Clenching fist 5 times
-> Wash face
-> Ice cube
-> medicated oil

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I like her poems

- The Violet-green Swallow (Tachycineta thalassina) is a small North American swallow.
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Happy Tax Day, New York. We’re taxing the rich.

기억합니다.

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울 할머니는 세월호추모날에 돌아가셨네... 할매...

왜들 그럴까요? 이해가 안...

팔레스타인 사람에게 필요한 상수도 인프라를 구축하는 일과 관련한 의무가 거기서 멀리 떨어져 있는 우리 같은 한국인에게도 있다고 말할 수 있을까요? 오늘 진행하는 『연대하는 신체들과 거리의 정치』 공부 모임에서 알아봅니다.

[단독]서울시 “한강버스 흑자 날때까지 세금 투입”···업무협약 변경해 ‘알박기’하나 서울시와 한강버스 운영사인 ㈜한강버스가 한강버스 운영 수익이 날 때까지 시 예산을 계속 투입할 수 있는 근거 조항을 ‘운영사업 업무협약’에 신설한 것으로 15일 경향신문 취재결과 확인됐다. 변경된 업무협약에는 각 한강버스 선착장까지 가는 셔틀버스 운영과 한강버스 승조원 추가 고용에 따른 비용을 서울시가 부담한다는 조항이 새로 담겼다. 셔틀버스, 승조원...

오세훈 이 시박색히가

Back in early 2020, less than a year after my husband passed, I participated in an online 30-day grief writing course. Afterwards, those of us who attended that particular session moved into an “alumni” space. Such grace, such presence. Such heartbreak. Such grief. Such LOVE. Along the way, one of the members proposed a prompt: “I find myself with an excess of grief…” To which I wrote (black text on white background): I find myself with an excess of grief… ・୨ 𖥸 ୧・ If Grief is the rawest, wildest flip side of Love then let me be topped full to overflowing show the ledger in the black with surplus have it reflect all the love I have for you Buckets and pails and pots gather them up! Don’t waste a drop for this excess I shall save carefully and use in times of drought when my heart becomes parched I like to think of it as a welcomed over-abundance but some might sneer, calling it indulgent “Freedom begins when you tell Mrs. Grundy to go fly a kite,” is what I’d say to that “My Love Tank is low,” I hear you whisper Worry no more, My Love! Guess what I have: a bellyful of Grief, which is really Love anyway and serving that up to you eases my soul ・୨ 𖥸 ୧・ I find myself with an excess of grief… Please, Grief - never stop - ever crash upon the shore break the levies topple the dams Fill my heart again and again and again --------------- (Also published in “Dust & Bone – Our Poetic Legacy”, edited by Kevin Watt. This poetry anthology can be found on Amazon.) The 15th was our 15th wedding anniversary. Today, the 16th, is the 7th anniversary of my husband’s passing. Fuck Cancer. I remain devastated without him. I love you, my Husband. Always. Never gonna let you go.

Written in response to a grief prompt years back.

Please friends, if I may be so forward to ask: would you please hold a little space today for me and my husband. I miss him fiercely.

In peace and light - namaste 🕊️💜

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