Thursday, November 11, 2010

Cracked Open




Our heels crack from weary walkabout. 


Minds crack and shatter wanting to fold. 


Hearts crack without tears. 


Skin cracks and peels from lack of moisture. 


Heads crack against buttresses impenetrable. 


Our bones crack from heavy packs. 


Finally, our very souls crack open 
wetting cracked lips.


 It's the only way to find our voice. 


Take courage my friend. Being cracked open lets your story out. It is still being written. 


6 comments:

  1. Oh! Oh! Kathleen. This is so, so good!

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  2. Great photos and your words complement them well.

    I like in particular the 6th from the top, the split-open tree trunk. All those layers!

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  3. This is an amazing post, Kathleen. :)

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  4. Those cracks, they are painful. And yet you are right . . . how else will the stories leak out of us. This was beautiful and insightful.

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