Boundless. I ran away because I got weary of not seeing horizons. Everything lasts for a moment. We spent all day on the beach building a castle that wouldn’t last knowing that by the time darkness fell, it would be gone our beautiful work taken from us, our joy, and pride, and pleasure, disappeared. But…
Author: lmcraeb
The Death of Me.
Hollow footsteps echoed off tile apartment floors then bounced, like a radar, in the direction of the bathroom. Somewhere between me and the silence a voice shouted to tell me who I’d find inside. __ “There was a point,” he said, hanging on to the disbelief that he had ever felt this way, “where…
The Purpose of Work.
When I was a child, I wanted to be a marine biologist. I didn’t know the ins and outs of the job, or what it entailed but I knew that I loved the ocean and that sharks and dolphins fascinated me. During my first encounter with career choices, the second-grade career puppet show, it came…
A Safe Space.
“Why don’t you let yourself feel good?” she asked, lying next to me, her fingers in my hair. The attention on me, on everything I was and wasn’t felt like some far off light through the window. I laid in silence with the city glowing over us before answering, “I don’t know.” I did know….
Meridian.
Beyond hazel reflections I see a plunge into a pile of charred red and rusted orange the smile contagious, a laughter without bounds, an innocence of learning and wanting to share then shamed and dampened covered in dirt by those trying to bury their own stories arms and legs left bound beneath fallen branches roots…
October 1st.
Something shifted in the way she spoke, making it seem as if she were choosing each word before putting it in the space before us. She was stepping on autumn leaves and crunching every uncertainty that I had laid bare.
Pieces of an Optimist – Piece Two, Nepal (Lalitpur), 2016
“Don’t shake their hands. It’s not part of the Nepali culture to shake hands and could come across as disrespectful. Instead, place your palms together in front of you, bow your head, and say namaste. It means, the divine in me sees the divine in you.” “Got it,” I said. “I love that greeting.”…
Pieces of an Optimist – Piece One, Scotland (Fort William), 2015
The Pause Sitting on top of a wooden fence that cornered off the end of a bridge on the outskirts of Fort William, Scotland, I put my phone in my pocket and sat at a loss for words or intention. Beneath me, water flowed away from Neptune’s Staircase, the lock system at the end…
Why Understanding Your Insignificance is the Most Significant Thing You Can Do
In one hundred years, give or take, everything that you know and every person that you know will be nonexistent. With exception to the caveats of legacy, bloodline, and infrastructure, every relationship that you make and every ounce of hard work that you put in during this life that you have in this moment, will…