playdate haiku
red lint in my hair
googleplex hours of talking
a bruise on my lip
red lint in my hair
googleplex hours of talking
a bruise on my lip
Today, when she was telling me how hard things are, I just listened and listened some more with my ears and my heart. I was quiet. Then I told her, “I hear you. This is hard. I love you. I just love you so much.” And she was quiet. Then she cried. And something deep…
perhaps his heart is too bright for your boxy, measured world perhaps his wonder isn’t brandable in your tight space, rat race bullies come and bullies go (they tend to find each other) love remains truth remains (free the boxes)
“We are more often frightened than hurt; and we suffer more from imagination than from reality.” – Lucius Annaeus Seneca Today’s random word is know and comes from Men Undressed: Women Writers and the Male Sexual Experience. I’ve been pondering gender identity lately. There’s been a lot coming out about toxic masculinity and the harm it causes. I’ve been noticing where this lives in my own heart…
“Kiss the boys and make them cry. Don’t need your heart cuz I got mine.” This song came on randomly today and pretty much matches my mood. I don’t really want to make boys cry (much). The truth is, I am just noticing my shadow these days. Watching it get pissed off. Watching it want…
“I’m liking this a lot,” she said. “Me too,” he replied. (she smiled) for a moment, everything was right in the world
“Some things fall apart so better things can fall together.” ~Marilyn Monroe I had a dream that I was the Queen of Wands. Walking with great purpose into the darkness with my torch burning brightly, I offered Light to whomever needed it. I was strong but young and a bit foolish. Sometimes, I would forget…