Brush Away The Dirt | 11.14.20

If you are at all like me, even for a moment or two a week, you’ll understand this haiku, this feeling, today. Often, I feel myself deep down below the surface of my voice, I feel like I’m down there shouting out, needing a bit of patience or joy, needing a break, a breath, tenderness or care. I think sometimes this is the Autism, I think sometimes it’s the universe, I think sometimes it’s too much people, too much noise, too much just too much, but whatever the case may be, I sink in and I wait. Brave are those that are willing to brush the dirt away, to get their hands unclean in the attempt to resurrect me. Brave and loving and kind and I feel unworthy for the grace given.

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