All talk

In a society that’s so focused on communication, on refining language, on always saying the right things and in the pangs of shame and guilt when we get it wrong. We’ve forgotten how to disagree.

10 things to say when she does this

how to stay in your power when he does that

how to stay composed and think fast and act slow and keep what’s important at the center and feel your feelings, but not right now and KPIs and just ignore them and meal prep and bring a white t-shirt for tie dye day and only buy organic and keep a log and make it pop and take the high road and build a budget and stand up, unless it means getting angry or showing emotion in which case stay calm composed she’s watching you’re classless.

In a time that’s so heavy, filled with blustery threats and big, beautiful bills that are designed for us to get lost in language. For us to be swallowed whole by a storm of words. To not know which way is up because of talking in circles, going nowhere.

To be alone in a crowded room.

When people show up, it’s the silence that kneels at the altar of love.

In small ways, sometimes, in big ways. The words don’t matter as much. A knock on the door with a little bunch of fresh lavender. A long conversation with eyes locked, murmurs of assurance, heavy sighs, shrieks of laughter, guffaws in shock, a light touch on the arm, facepalm, reminiscing on the past, and constant reminders to remember who the fuck you are. A home cooked meal. Two home cooked meals, three, four. Take the leftovers. Come back on Tuesday. I’m right here. I’m thinking of you. A yoga teacher gently pressing shoulders flat to the ground. I’m angry for you. Checking the car. Making sure you don’t get a parking ticket on street sweeping day.