I’ll Be Okay

A girl likes a boy, and sometimes loves him. She gets on fine without him for many years. They keep in contact and make each other laugh. She misses him often but it gets better with time.

She grows up and learns about herself and the world. She feels her heart expanding past the boy and the love she felt so strongly. It grows and grows and it can soon fit so much more love. She loves more than just the boy. She loves parts of the world that were once new. She moves on but still remembers how it was to love him so deeply.

Then the boy returns and the girl doesn’t know what she wants. She knows she’s willing to slow her heart a while to see if the boy can keep up.

But it’s only a matter of time before the girl will be forced to make a choice: learn to love the boy again as before, or let him go.

What’s most important is that either way, she will be okay.

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Just going through some stuff, folks. 🙂 Here are some lyrics from Sondre Lerche’s beautiful song “I’ll Be Okay”:

You who replaced every beat that was false
And uptight like a metronome
You should’ve stayed ’cause that winter was long
But by dawn you were gone

I’ll be OK
I’ll be OK

Poetry Friday: A Favor

A Favor

Rainbows in my eyelashes
listening while you talk
letters when your days are blue
lips that close and lock

hands that paint the world in light
thoughts that touch your heart
words that lift the aching soul
making song and art

finding time to hold you close
love that knows no end–
keep in mind my good points, too
when you talk with your friends.

Random Plug for Studio C

Life is going well, things are good. Depression and anxiety levels are low. Friends are finally coming home for the summer. I started at a new job. Been feeling the urge to write, though I’m without story right now. Not much to say, though I feel bad for not checking in as much as I used to. But I’m still alive and don’t worry, I’m sure something traumatic will happen soon that we can all relate to, and I’ll be a voracious blogger again.

But for now, things are peachy. 🙂

Here’s a video that makes me laugh because I am terrified of spiders:

Poetry Friday: Sunshine Girl

Sunshine Girl

The sunshine girl pulls tight around her shoulders
the blackest cloak, a shroud of darkness,
her body curled in the night.

Eyes open in the dark, memories rush before her.

Days flash by like shadows of a train,
black slides carving time into a series of moments.

Images flicker on a land of wasted breaths.

The sunshine girl can’t sleep alone,
so she lies in wait of one to spark a dancing flame
and frighten the darkness away.

the young women’s theme gets a makeover

This piece discusses how Mormons should reform what we focus on for the spiritual education of our 12-18-yr-old young women. “We should teach them to rely on God and to emulate the life of their Savior, Jesus Christ. By doing this, we can raise a new generation in the Church… of powerhouse women who will one day be our strong leaders in a push for equality and greater change.”

Young Mormon Feminists

guest post by Shakira Johnson

[reposted with permission from Shakira’s blog, Channeling the Feminine Divine – A Woman’s Search for Her Inherent Nature. Original link can be found here.]

I remember reciting the Young Women’s theme every single Sunday of my teenage years. I remember jumping up at the prompt “please stand as daughters of God.” I was thrilled to recite the values by which I lived my life each and every day, delighted to rattle off the lifestyles that set me apart from my peers.

But now, I am an adult. My years of Young Womanhood are long gone (well, I mean, I’m still pretty young, but that is beside the point), and since my “graduation” from the program, I have come to understand that the Young Women values are incredibly skewed. The whole Young Women organization as a concept, along with its theme, values, and Personal Progress…

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Poetry Friday: Debt


You and I, we keep moving through space and time,
arms and legs swooshing in the fourth dimension,
eyes blinking and lips stretching and pursing.

Lights flash in our heads and stars scatter thoughts
to our nerves, our hands, our bones, our blood.

Someday our eyes will see each other’s eyes,
and all this space and time will be accounted for,
the debt paid with treasure clattering to the floor
from holes in our pockets.