The preface to what I really want to write is that I am crying. Like, really crying. No, nothing has happened to me, or anyone I (really) know. But my inspiration, my spirit mammal, Elizabeth Gilbert, has just posted that her beloved Rayya Elias has passed. I ache for her loss. For the pain she […]
Read More Love Is A Crooked Line ~ For Elizabeth Gilbert, her Rayya, and MeA new start…. Which is a continuation of the thing that has been since always, but without the (conscious) awareness of it. Because the smallest step I can take toward the expansion of this is to write the words down, and because now is the time for action, I am writing them down. There is […]
Read More 1-1-2018 / 11:11In the last couple of months filled with exhaustion and awesomeness, (which in part brought said exhaustion) there has been the constant ache to write, and the words always lingering, asking to be (said) or written or something. But almost every time I sat to write, no matter time of day, the exhaustion won, and […]
Read More “…There’s A Feeling I Get When I Look to the West (and East) and My Spirit Is Crying for Leaving…”An alternate title could be “Jesus Christ Michelle, shut the fuck up already.” But I’d hate to offend anyone. Which is a lie because if you’re offended by my use of those words strung together, 200% truth is you should never read what I write. Unless you enjoy being offended. In which case, you’re more […]
Read More Floating Around With My Head In The CloudsLong before I’d had even a glimmer of understanding of the enormity of everything that is still not, but never wasn’t, so therefore is (And to think Jean-Luc once accused me of pedantry!) there was for me, light. That which illuminated. That which is the antithesis of cumbersome/heavy. Light. Irrespective of the place in which […]
Read More On Being (Sleep Deprived) LightMaybe laying here in my bed, typing this into my phone, the words bubbling once again below the surface will find their way to light, in a way they were reluctant to do when it was the couch, and the laptop, and me. There’s a whirlwind now, circling around me. Everything is changing, inside, and […]
Read More You Were Written Into The Song Of My SoulListening to: Everything Indigo Girls (again) which started (this time) here “Galileo” 12 years ago, 2005, in the span of 5 months, my confidant, greatest supporter, in many ways my mentor, my teacher, my almost-mother-in-law become dearest friend, Roxy, 5 days before my trip to Denver to see her, lost her (2nd) battle with cancer; […]
Read More “…So We Must Love While These Moments Are Still Called Today, Take Part In The Pain Of This Passion Play…”
