If you don’t read to the end of this blog, you will possibly hate me. You may hate me even if you do read to the end of it. That’s OK, because unless you’re a horrible beast of a human, I am sending you love. Even if you are that, I am at least TRYING […]
Read More an open letter to the men of the worldRecent conversations creating a swirling of thoughts and emotions, as they often do. Topics of familiarity. Societal and familial expectations, and the not meeting of them, or diverting from them. In particular as related to a certain age or stage in life, but also just as a way of living one’s life. We, me and […]
Read More What if it’s not a crisis?America is burning, again.This time it’s not ‘forest fires’ ignited by lightning or stupidity, eating with flames family farms, and homes. This time its centuries of righteous rage, (and sadly, other things, dark – with an agenda – things) playing the role of the match to the molotov cocktail, then launched into the courthouses, and […]
Read More America Is Burning, AgainJanuary 23, 2020 – As always, numerous starts and stops to my writing. So now the “here” mentioned in what is written so far, is a momentary “there.” But there’s a reason or two for this writing beyond what amounts to catharsis, which requires it be completed even if the tense has changed. 11 years […]
Read More Storm Warning & Lightening My Outward Journey Turned Intaking care of reality while pursuing the dream When I was a little girl, my heart’s dream was to be a ballerina. I was madly in love with the sights and sounds of dance. The poetry in motion of a dancer’s body, and the undeniable power of it, while also being so incredibly graceful. I […]
Read More The Space BetweenIt’s been 12 months since last I wrote a something that had a start, middle and end. In more than the time it takes a woman to conceive, hold literal space for, and give birth to, a new life, (much of it during which I’d mostly stopped living) I haven’t finished fuck all of writing. […]
Read More Three Six FiveAll the roads traveled, the lifetimes lived, timelines collapsed, dots connected, … each flapping of a butterfly’s wing directing the wind to lead ‘us’ (the wanderers, the wonderers, the witches, the magicians, the ones sometimes thought broken – who are simply those broken open by beauty, by love, who are the creators of beauty & […]
Read More When You Know That You KnowTwo weeks ago, or maybe last week, the voices in my head gave me this message; ‘don’t fear the fall.’ It popped in, I heard it, and, as I do, nodded at it, and let it be. But as they sometimes do, the voices repeated it. At first softly, then with an increasing volume. When […]
Read More Don’t Fear the FallLet us be done now with thinking. Let’s slip into our hearts to hear what they say when we’re free from the chatter of how its supposed to be. Free from fear that is not about what is but about what has been before now before this. When words were spoken (that didn’t account for […]
Read More When Shadows Fall We RiseJuly 2017 Sitting outside myself as I write this. As I often do. But in a different way this time. This time it feels important to write this, as in; document it. For posterity, or as evidence of sorts, to remember that it really happened, when someday a long time from now, its blurred with […]
Read More The Middle of Where it All Began -(A Fictitious Account of Factual Events – Maybe)
Per Aspera Ad Astra 