Her hands were warm and firm as they held onto mine the first time we were meeting. She knew to reach into my space to complete the connection. Knew from the hours of calls logged, from the technical and medical explanations, knew from my recountings and stories of changing plateaus, that she would have to meet M(m)e more than half way. And so, there she stood, exhausted from travel and maybe some self-conscious worry, holding both of my sun-browned SMA
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© 2016 Sandra Jean-Pierre Maybe In another life, where our skins aren’t so papery-thin and our minds aren’t so filled with resignation. …where our ships don’t sail in the darkest of nights, maybe that’s where the sun will greet us.
I am not an easy person to love. I am a challenge, a case study in patience. I am complicated. Not on purpose. I’m not sure people set out to be elaborate, thorny bundled masses of Complex® on purpose. It’s just what you end up with once Life, situations … people are through with you. You wind up getting up from the ground one day and realize how ramshackled and rough around the edges you are and in the next
You are looking for me and I will know you when I see you… © 2013 Sandra Jean-Pierre I think of you now, often. in the dim and dark stretches of the night when my back needs rubbing or my soul needs consoling, when my lips need you near to kiss. I imagine our days, filled with small talkings, big love and unspoken knowing nods of the disease that we both refuse to acknowledge, that keeps my arms from wrapping
I’ve begun crocheting again. I decided that I needed to be doing something more tactile with my hands, instead of cerebral with my mind. The internet is a great place – plenty of spots to learn new things and to discover things about yourself that you never knew quite how to express. But I’ve been online steadily for the past few months and I needed something to break the monotony. So I went back to what I know how to