Blind contour infused with memory and a Scorpio moon.
May your edges help you honor your softness, dear reader.
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This Waking Life I went biking around Greenlake with my daughter this afternoon so I decided to make my bricolage there with whatever I found. The graffiti was already on the table and I love it. Love the color and the form. My rule was that everything had to come from the ground. You will…
I finally told you that you can’t make me love you and I can’t make me love you. I finally told you your anger is your own and that I will no longer let it in. (for I am far too precious to be maligned) I finally told you to let go. I have. Here’s…
single leaf falling
Me to Gigi: “What do you see?” “A man about to step off a cliff.” “Do you think he’s in danger?” “No.” “Why not?” “I don’t know. I just think he’s going to be all right.” “Why do you think the eagle is there?” “To make sure he is all right.” Hmmm. Indeed. Note: The…
“When you begin to justify or defend your position or go into a story, simply notice what you are doing, then return to the inquiry again. The mind’s war with itself is the old way. If you can’t stop the war within, you can’t stop the war outside. Welcome to the new way. Welcome to…
Part of “removing what covers happiness” has to do with social connections. I’ve stopped reaching out to folx who aren’t reaching back. That’s hard but feels necessary. I’ve spend time with dear friends and family but I’m seeing how shallow many of the connections I’ve had are. I don’t feel invested in changing that. Instead, I cherish the deeply-rooted relationships I have, including the one with myself.