sweet sacrifice
i gave you up for Lent
then realized
i was never Catholic
and you were never mine
Something I discovered in therapy is that whenever I was trying to “protect” someone’s feelings, I was ultimately trying to protect myself, my OWN tender, little girl who felt scared of the reactions of others. It’s a bit like finding a little robin’s nest with eggs in tact. We want to save it and make…
Sipping some delightful French pressed coffee, listening to my new Christina Aguilera CD (thanks Mom!), watching my girls play and just relaxing on this beautiful, winter day. The holidays this year have been a time of more simplicity which has allowed time for what is most important to me. I have made fewer commitments, done…
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…
Sitting here holding my baby on my shoulder after just having a wonderful chat with a sexy man online. Thinking of how I used to have a life outside of diapers and nursing and how much I would love to go be intimate with someone RIGHT NOW. Yum.
Pan I’m going to see The Rite of Luna tomorrow night at the Richard Hugo House with my friend Betsy. Aleister Crowley’s Rites of Eleusis is a series of seven passion plays, and The Rite of Luna is the final installment. I’m not a follower of his work but the oracular cards in my Aleister…