Nonsense

This is no sacred space, no prayer rug you can return to by the clock’s alarm to give thanks and ask forgiveness. There’s no or. The gravity that brings me to my knees demands both.

I’m tired of judgment, mentorship and savior complexes. I’m tired of workshops, retreats, do gooders and positivity preachers who say it’s okay to be yourself but only embrace you if you come with a smile .

It’s been a good week and I’ll make it a great day cause it’s a choice. They say.

I will close my eyes, not read the news and pretend everyone is filled with the spirit of peace and joy but when I open them watch out – no one will recognize the undercurrent of sincerity.