Violated I don’t know when it happened. I don’t know where, why or in what way. I only know that it did. I know that this memory is stuck in my body and is hurting me deeply. I am ready to remember and re-member. Just as I felt another big swell of nausea and tears…
My Darling Bobo I haven’t had him very long. His fur is not rubbed off and his ears are still connected but he is very real to me. Last year, I was going through inner child therapy and started really paying attention to what the little girl inside of me wanted. I went to a…
Another bit unearthed in the old journal today. I’m not sure who I was writing this to. There’s no date and I don’t remember. Maybe I was writing it to my future self. Maybe I was writing it to the Universal Collective. I am putting it here for YOU. Whomever reads this, it applies to…
This is the place of creation, the matrix, the womb. It is woman. This is a mother’s stomach in its beauitful, natural state. I see a lot women today who seem to deny the roundness of their womb. I can’t help but wonder if this rejection of our natural form isn’t a rejection of the…
My friend, Trey, sent me this link about buildings in Russia being painted as a way to help people cope with the lack of winter sun and the depression that can come with that. I find this very inspiring and life-affirming. We are such beautiful, creative beings, us humans. It makes me want to find…
“When I hear somebody sigh, “Life is hard,” I am always tempted to ask, “Compared to what?”” -Sydney J. Harris I love that. My lover recently said that since he met me, nothing is in his “too hard box”. I love that too. Let’s all find ways to just take everyfuckingthing out of our “too…
