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Three Objects I Couldn’t Live Without At first, my mind jumped to the obvious: faith, love, hope—the big three. And of course, loved ones. But since those aren’t exactly “objects” (and I don’t want to get lost in philosophical rabbit holes), I’ll stick to material things—stuff you can touch, hold, maybe even drop on your…
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It’s too cold to climb out from underUnder the weight of this weighted blanket. A blanket of snow, too cold to runRun barefoot through frozen memories. Memories drift as I retrieveRetrieve the Sunday paper, unread. Unread cartoons make me smile—Smile as I sketch the last frame. A frame smudged with black ink,Ink staining everything clean…
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Through the Potter’s Hands I have been poor, I have been rich,I have held love, and I have watched it slip.I have known life, and I have met loss,Children close, then distant—a breath, a reach, a fading echo. These are the moments that have shaped me,some I recall with clarity,others still whisper their lessons in…
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A Fifth of Jack Blank pages later,you etched your name into my mind—a spark I could never quench. Pastel prose and smeared art,oil vibrant yet marred,a still life rewritten in hesitant strokes. In charcoal hues my heart smolders;pain shatters into shards of broken glass,a quiet river of a bitter past. You turn the page—an indifferent,…
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Fate? Destiny? They sound like the tagline for a cheesy rom-com—or maybe a buddy cop flick where Fate’s the brooding loner and Destiny’s rocking aviators and a cocky grin. I can’t help but picture that moment in Titanic where Billy Zane’s character, all smug and slick, whips out his gun and declares, “I make my…
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“In you, I am willingly and unwillingly lost and found—drawn into the pull of fate, captivated by the unexpected, and caught between hesitation and the irresistible force of you.” -bb grey
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Letting go wasn’t a choice, but a season—winter, relentless in its hush.I fell with no ground, no direction,only the ache of motion without meaning. The warmth fled, roots curled inward,and endings did not ask permission. Yet even winter must break,ice must bow to thaw.I did not say goodbye—I let it turn to earth,to feed what…
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If I could be someone else for a day, I would choose to be Jesus. Not to sound sacrilegious, but because I long to experience life through His compassionate and forgiving eyes. I want to see myself as He sees me—unburdened by the weight of my own self-criticism and the negative thoughts that often cloud…
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I hear you. And I mean, really hear you. In the grand blueprint of life, the most ambitious DIY project any of us will ever undertake isn’t just built with wood, nails, or stone, but with choices, relationships, and the wisdom we gather along the way. Your words ring true—no project worth its weight is…
BB Grey--musings 