I have learned that when people are determined to see me through a dark lens, they won’t be talked out of it.
I have, however, learned that it’s their lens not my truth.
That’s a good feeling.
I’m at the Frye, waitig in the cold sun for J. He’s stuck in traffic. I don’t mind the wait. It’s lovely to let the sun caress my cheek. (A cheek that has known many tears lately.) The floating musical island is playing behind me. The water of the fountains flows, adding it’s own notes…
Spitfire by The Prodigy on Grooveshark When my body is filled with endorphins and sweat is rolling down my back, there’s no room for anything but “Fuck, yeah!” “That’s right.” “YES!” and other bits of goodness.
queen of cups trickling tributaries raging rivers bipolar bifurcations she, discerning choosing surrendering choosing life choosing love neither predator nor prey (finally!) an open vessel– at once overflowing and empty ready to fill and be filled
“An intimate relationship is one in which neither party silences or sacrifices or betrays the self. Each party expresses strengths or vulnerabilities, weaknesses and competence in a balanced way and staying emotionally connected to another person who thinks, feels and believes differently to us, without feeling a need to change, convince or fix the other…
Life is a waterfall We’re one in the river And one again after the fall Swimming through the void We hear the word We lose ourselves But we find it all…. Cause we are the ones that want to play Always want to go But you never want to stay And we are the ones…
Sometimes I want to go back to being little. Sometimes I regret too many things. Sometimes I want to lick everything. Sometimes I don’t know who I really am. Sometimes I don’t give a fuck. Sometimes it isn’t easy for me to be honest about my truest feelings. (Sometimes) Sometimes I am in awe of…