I know the way to be a writer is to write. I’ve told that to students. I used to write every day. Somewhere along the line, survival took over. I was working full time and going to school full time. I lived in a tiny apartment in a kinda bad …
I love graveyards. Cemeteries. Boneyards. Cities of the Dead. They are quiet. There is a story for every stone or monument. You can visit for a conversation or just to be. I don’t think I want my body to be buried–though that has always interested me. If I could have, …
Every time I think I’m going to give up with this long long long standing blog, I come back. This is a long one, hold on. Will it click this time, again? I don’t know. The last year and a half has been, well, large. Purging a lot. A LOT. …
For the first time in a long time, I had to delete a comment from one of my online spaces. I thought about it and wondered if I was being ‘too sensitive.’ * Is being too sensitive an actual thing? Or is this just yet another dismissive characterization for the …
The Winter Solstice is one of my most thoughtful times. I suppose because I spent so much time with darkness. That sounds terribly dramatic–and it was until I found a way to live with it.
Strange and frothy
We were there and now we are here so we don’t know.
Paint paint fix fix, sell the house, buy the house, move across the country, nervous breakdown.
Madness need not be all breakdown. It may also be break-through. It is potential liberation and renewal as well as enslavement and existential death.
~R. D. Laing
I know what all the silverware means,
but I spill on those tablecloths.
Reverb Day 10 What radical act of love or non-conformity did you embrace this year? How did performing this alchemy affect your ancestors and what is the gold waiting to be shared with future relations? I don’t really have much of an answer for this. I can think that perhaps …
Reverb 15 Day 9 what if you had to give someone a recipe for how to make a YOU? 1 Abounding love for a certain Bean 5 cups cats A library Loyalty Compassion A mother lion’s strength A survivor’s sorrow and joy A snow globe holding my childhood Love A …
Reverb Day 8: Alchemy and Serendipity The answer for serendipity is easy. It happened a little more than a year ago, but it has made my life immeasurably better–finding a good friend again. Another friend happened to post an instagram pic of getting her hair done and who was doing …
Reverb Day 7 I am in such a holding pattern, I don’t know what I am the verdict of. Still here. Still trying to move forward but not lose touch with with the love, hearings and endings I’ve found from moving back home. It is a good place in many …
Reverb Day 6 Looking at the thoughts and patterns that may be holding you back from living the life you want, trace back through the generations of your family and see if your beliefs originated generations ago. In 2016, how can you bring healing to these patterns of thought that …
Reverb Day 5 Supposed to show a picture of myself on this one. I hate having my picture taken. I have a round head, an overbite and not much of a chin. I’m seeing wrinkles and I pick at my cuticles. I have finally outgrown the scare cut of a …
Reverb Day 4 There are ways to feel better when I’m just keeping my head above water. Unfortunately those are the hardest things to do when you find yourself in the middle of the ocean. Living in a house you might need to show at any time is very …
