Author: nlondon36

We fought so much in the beginning. That first Valentine’s Day we were together I was insecure, needing more reassurance than you knew how to give, so unwilling to risk my heart that I gave you nothing while you gave me flowers and a card that said you would always love me. I saved that … Continue reading the history of love

Now is the time to strip down to the basics, to call out from the deepest part of our soul, to go barefoot on the thirsty land, to listen to the night owls call over the distance of hunger. Now is the time to send up our wild prayers while there is still time, while … Continue reading Wild Prayers

Listen. Here’s the truth. I haven’t felt resilient, resistant, radical and certainly not revolutionary since the election. I’ve deep breathed my way through fathoms deep bouts of fear that have left me sweaty and anxious, tension lodged in my stomach. My inner child craves sugar, has asked for pumpkin pie for breakfast and often for … Continue reading Hallelujah Anyway

November 1st Day of the Dead.  My ancestors are waiting at the gate, dressed in heavy winter coats with a dusting of snow on the collar. The air smells of ancient Ukrainian pine forests and clean running streams. I coax them in and they sit, pull off their gloves, warm their hands by the fire then … Continue reading Day of the Dead

Death rides in on his black horse, gathering up everything that isn’t nailed down. Death comes in like a tornado, pulling the roof off the last remaining structure of who you thought you were, scooping up the sound of your newborn at your breast, the sigh of your lover as you turn to him under … Continue reading what happens next