Blind contour infused with memory and a Scorpio moon.
May your edges help you honor your softness, dear reader.
There’s so much I want to say. Â So much I could say about friendship, and belonging, and how care (or the absence of it) feels deep in the center of my being. Â About feeling dehumanized so often. Â Objectified. Â Plunked into the fantasies and projections of men who said they loved me but didn’t show me…
The two things I want to impart to my daughters that I never saw modeled and am still learning are this: #1 Follow your joy. Always. #2 Walk away from things that hurt or don’t feel good. I wish someone had taught me to say: “I don’t like the way you treat me (or how…
Oh! The gentle grace of a feverish afternoon. You lay in my arms in your perfection, sleeping fitfully my lips kissing wellness into your forehead– your cheeks. You awaken, believing it a new day (I tell you I remember that feeling when I was sick!) and proclaim today you will be “peppier”. We watch the…
Imagine what it would feel like to live in a culture where there wasn’t so much self-loathing? What is that even like? I am incredibly weary of so much of this: “bah humbug” “we suck” “we’re destroying the planet” “life sucks” “fuck the man” “the world is going to shit” “the holidays have turned into…
single leaf falling
blame is a sour boar piercing the heart with fierce tusks of shame creation craves compassion and the flickering love dance of a gentle heart