The lid on my head is heavy, keeps me under a constant state of bringing to a boil. The comfort of this cycle is a habit I fall into even after years and years of seeking another way. Bring to a boil is easy, bring to a boil is comfortable, bring to a boil is exhausting.
Today, I
Today I slid the lid off my head and remembered I had shoulders and torso and pelvis and legs and feet. That I could be light and this did not make me less.
Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.
I have this need well belief really that I simply must be the number one person there for every friend in need. What this means
The wind weaves through them- High above us lowly earthlings, Each branch a fan–sways.
Yesterday, I went for my first swim in three months. It was in a shi-shi heated small pool. I slid in and found my rhythm