“A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.” – John 13:34-35

It’s enough.

sunrise-girl-lying-down“If you’re struggling, you deserve to make self-care a priority. Whether that means lying in bed all day, eating comfort food, putting off homework, crying, sleeping, rescheduling plans, finding an escape through a good book, watching your favorite tv show, or doing nothing at all — give yourself permission to put your healing first. Quiet the voice telling you to do more and be more, and today, whatever you do, let it be enough. Feel your feelings, breathe, and be gentle with yourself. Acknowledge that you’re doing the best you can to cope and survive. And trust that during this time of struggle, it’s enough. “

- Daniell Koepke 

Cranky Old Man.


What do you see nurses? … What do you see?

What are you thinking … when you’re looking at me?

A cranky old man … not very wise,

Uncertain of habit … with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food … and makes no reply.

When you say in a loud voice … ’I do wish you’d try!’

Who seems not to notice … the things that you do.

And forever is losing … A sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not … lets you do as you will,

With bathing and feeding … The long day to fill?

Is that what you’re thinking? Is that what you see?

Then open your eyes, nurse you’re not looking at me.

I’ll tell you who I am … As I sit here so still,

As I do at your bidding … as I eat at your will.

I’m a small child of Ten … with a father and mother,

Brothers and sisters … who love one another

A young boy of Sixteen … with wings on his feet

Dreaming that soon now … a lover he’ll meet.

A groom soon at Twenty … my heart gives a leap.

Remembering, the vows … that I promised to keep.

At Twenty-Five, now … I have young of my own.

Who need me to guide … And a secure happy home.

A man of Thirty… My young now grown fast,

Bound to each other … With ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons … have grown and are gone,

But my woman is beside me … to see I don’t mourn.

At Fifty, once more, babies play ’round my knee,

Again, we know children … My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me … My wife is now dead.

I look at the future … I shudder with dread.

For my young are all rearing … young of their own.

And I think of the years … And the love that I’ve known.

I’m now an old man … and nature is cruel.

It’s jest to make old age … look like a fool.

The body, it crumbles … grace and vigour, depart.

There is now a stone … where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass … a young man still dwells,

And now and again … my battered heart swells

I remember the joys … I remember the pain.

And I’m loving and living … life over again.

I think of the years, all too few … gone too fast.

And accept the stark fact … that nothing can last.

So open your eyes, people … open and see.

Not a cranky old man .

Look closer…see … ME!!

You can’t eat beauty.“You can’t eat beauty, it doesn’t feed you…beauty was not a thing that I could acquire or consume, it was something that I just had to be. You can’t rely on how you look to sustain you. What actually sustains us, what is fundamentally beautiful, is compassion–for yourself and for those around you. That kind of beauty inflames the heart and enchants the soul.” 

- Lupita Nyong o

We all have a choice.

tumblr_mvazuvMJ0m1r41o1lo1_250“How many times have you tried to talk to someone about something that matters to you, tried to get them to see it the way you do? And how many of those times have ended with you feeling bitter, resenting them for making you feel like your pain doesn’t have any substance after all?

Like when you’ve split up with someone or lost someone so dear to you, and you try to communicate the way you feel, because you need to say the words, need to feel that somebody understands just how pissed off and frightened you feel. The problem is, they never do. “Plenty more fish in the sea,” they’ll say, or “You’re better off without them,” or “don’t worry about them, screw them”. They never really understand, because they haven’t been there, every day, every hour. They don’t know the way things have been, the way that it’s made you, the way it has structured your world. They don’t understand the history, the background; don’t know the pillars of memory that hold you up. Ultimately, they don’t know you well enough, and they never can. Everyone’s alone in their world, because everybody’s life is different. We are so focused on our own selfish lives not to actually reach out to others and be the one who has an understanding and a forgiving heart, one who looks for the best in people. We all are trying to make our lives easier, but you have to do the hard work first. We all have a choice. The question is: are you willing to do the hard work?” 

- Cheese