sweet butterfly

My love made this for me today. I am an incredibly blessed woman. The title comes from this poem that he wrote about our union. Did I mention he takes incredible pictures? I’m so in love with this man.

my heart, like a sea anemone closes up when it is touched (even softly) it soon reopens ready to be touched again and so it goes

Goddess-in-training, Gigi, weilding her feminine power. The concept of “feminine” is an interesting one to me. What we perceive as feminine, especially in American culture, is often some kind of boxed-in, pale, sliver of femininity. Pink or feminine somehow denotes weak and helpless to some. It’s like when men insult other men by calling them…

I spent about two hours last night untangling a skein of beautiful chenille yarn that became a tangled mess because I neglected to roll it into a ball when I first took the wrapping off. (Such a novice, I am.) Normally, I haven’t the patience to sit that long and do such tedious work. As…

“Learn to say, ‘Fuck You’ to the world once in a while. You have every right to. Just stop thinking, worrying, looking over your shoulder, wondering, doubting, fearing, hurting, hoping for some easy way out, struggling, gasping, confusing, itching, scratching, mumbling, bumbling, grumbling, humbling, stumbling, rumbling, rambling, gambling, tumbling, scumbling, scrambling, hitching, hatching, bitching, moaning,…