Tag: friends
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collected thoughts, v
It is blue hour now, the sky tinged with violet hues that ache with soft pink and washed-out yellow. * I stopped listening to Of Monsters and Men for several months last semester. In the midst of grief, of lamenting the necessity of goodbyes and see-you-laters, the melodies were too jarring. They made me cry. […]
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things i miss
– crying in the office – laughing in the office – dancing in the office – hugs from my mother – hugs from my friends – hugs from people I didn’t get many hugs from – coming home to the apartment – reading in the apartment – singing in the apartment – the train – […]
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the city is only beautiful when
The city has never been beautiful to me. When I was five years old, Detroit was a black shadow that held my father hostage at the VA Medical Center. When he had a night shift he didn’t come home until 3 in the morning. Sometimes my mother let my two little brothers and I stay […]
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Days 50 – 53
Day 50: Shiver When I discover “Evensong” is on the itinerary for tonight, I let go a heavy sigh I hadn’t realized was building up in my lungs. *** The Perky Peacock is a tiny coffee shop built into an old lookout tower by the river. They’ve run out of ice. No iced coffees for […]
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Days 37 – 40
Day 37: Intrusive We walk. My friends remind me of their presence in various ways: a touch, a brief hug, a wave. They lift my eyes from the ground, my twisted hands, and try to tell me they see me. Dreams, all of them. Just dreams. I’m on the verge of tears but I don’t […]
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Day 13 – Folding
In her prayer to open the class time, Megan misspeaks and says “before You go” instead of “before we go.” It strikes me that such a simple change of phrase can bear such comforting meaning in a time of stress. God goes before us. God is already in all the places we are about to […]
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Day 12 – Alive
Today I feel alive. I spend the afternoon sprawled in the grass, listening to my summer music playlist, and reading “Sir Gawain and the Green Knight.” The bees buzz around my feet, and little green bugs leap onto my arms searching for a friend. I let them. Maybe they desperately need a friend. Maybe they […]
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Day 5 – Simple Things
The interesting things always happen right after I post these reflections… Last night I closed my laptop with a satisfied sigh, relieved that I’d finished writing and photo editing at a reasonable hour. Seconds later, I realized I didn’t have the key to my apartment with me, and my roommate had gone to bed two […]
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Day 3 – Belonging
The tree branches whipping against the windows at 7 in the morning leave me less than inclined to open my eyes. Maybe if I hold onto my dreams the monster won’t get me. I’d been having nice dreams. They’d been dreams where I’d felt loved and seen. Splashes of ice cold water cast themselves against […]
Eliana Chow 