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
It has always been so hard for me to believe that I’m truly wanted anywhere. So hard for me be believe people actually loved me. I’ve always left a bag packed inside my heart. Never allowed myself to settle in. Never believed it would last. (indeed, it never did) Today, I’m going to unpack. Today,…
Everything changed when I gave up being domesticated and comfortable and chose fulfillment instead. (my heart is feral and I like it that way.) Everything changed when I learned that father doesn’t know best. Everything changed when I decided to love myself just as I am. Everything changed when I went on an oppression diet…
in this time between seasons as the wheel turns and the days darken, the cold becomes turgid then flaccid and again– disorienting to this body that craves comfort. on a pilgrimage in the forest i am held and feel the soft earth ‘neath my feet. my warm breath is a bouquet of white flowers greeting…
Recently, I spent several hours alone at The Frye Art Museum drinking in the āMoment Magnitudeā exhibit. I wrote pages in my journal. Random things I overheard people saying, snippets from the art descriptions or the videos and my own feelings and thoughts that arose. I also took pictures of things strangers had posted in…
Sometimes I want to go back to being little. Sometimes I regret too many things. Sometimes I want to lick everything. Sometimes I donāt know who I really am. Sometimes I donāt give a fuck. Sometimes it isnāt easy for me to be honest about my truest feelings. (Sometimes) Sometimes I am in awe of…