BLESTe BE Ye MAN Yt SPARES THES STONES

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, …

Not this or that, somewhere in between

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. …

So the Darkness Shall Be the Light

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.

Your mother wears combat boots

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 …

A wild yet subtle concoction

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 …

Prepared for Serendipity

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 …