One of the noble covenants of love is how we take turns lifting each other from the limited vision that arises when we are in pain, how we take turns reminding each other that there is more than our pain, more than our despair, while bearing witness to our pain and despair. This poems comes from such a time.
Though the walls are gone, the people who were inside them will continue to hold each other up. And while that family will build a new house -- new walls -- the truth is, wherever they are together, that's where they'll be right at home. (Even if it takes a few more tear-stained pillows to realize it.)
The day I learned not to measure my own beauty and self-worth by others' reactions is the day I began seeing myself in my best angles and light. So post away, lovers of thy selfies, and make no apologies. Love who you are and everyone who cares for you will continue being additions to the love you already have for yourself.
Winter is a misunderstood season. The holiday frenzy and new year often obscure the best winter has to offer -- a season of inward reflection, comfort foods and lots of sleep. Adjusting with the seasons is essential to functioning your best, but winter presents a challenge for many of us. Below are a few tips to consider, but my main point is this: live seasonally. Winter is a time to reflect, rest and slow down.