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P&S

There’s life in a broken heart and love in the deepest pain.
There’s beauty in praying your mess away, in scrubbing until your heart bleeds wide open...
and sometimes, there's nothing left to do but pray and scrub.

16.1.14

like an old worn hoodie...



Happiness seems out of reach most days.
But some days, the sadness falls behind and hides itself  there in the corner in a box and I laugh without thinking; I smile at the noise and I find myself living and breathing and running again...
The curtains are open and the breeze flows through. 
We shed the layers and soak the sun up through exposed skin.

Then at the end of the day when the sky grows dark, I'm reminded of that box full of sadness... 
I draw the curtains when the house grows still and I unpack it, sort through it, soaking it with tears-- 
and I toss some of it in the trash, I pack some of it away, 
and I pull the rest of it over my shoulders like that old worn hoodie I love so much...