Ten years later,
the sons of Abraham
are still
fighting and jockeying
for power and control
the Mothers
are still crying
and holding
and loving.
(Choose Love)
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It’s been a minute since I’ve written on this blog, chief among them graduate school at Antioch University Seattle. Â I’ll be finished soon and my thesis is done. Â Done. Â It won’t be long before I have a piece of paper that says MAEd. It’s hard to believe, to be honest. Â It’s been a long and…
I suppose if my Dad loved me– if he showed he cared, I would have believed I was lovable. But he didn’t and I didn’t. And I tried to fill up that hole– spackle spackle pound pound hammer hammer. But it didn’t work. So today, I’m trying to find ways to love myself. I’m starting…
I’m realizing that I am always pushing against something in my life. It’s either my nature or some kind of curse but it’s real for me. One thing I know for sure is that I wasn’t put on this earth to fit into someone’s little box. I don’t fit well into small boxes. I like…
Recently, I got a text from someone sharing some news and then said, “Shhhh, don’t tell anyone!” This made me bristle. She said she felt I had been dismissive to which I replied, “The dismissive energy you felt probably had to do with the secret. I am weary of secrets.” I’m reading The Submission by…
“It’s the every day moments of grace and despair, joy and sorrow that propel us towards our destiny. Life doesn’t have to be epic to have meaning and neither do stories. I prefer art that makes us ask deeper questions about ourselves or, at the very least, shows how fucking gorgeous and brave we are…
breeze blows in languid summer lying in sunlight leaves fall from Madrona tree