you
maker of memories
complicated
and wild
flinging your heart
wide
and open
force of nature
tender
and raw
full of smiles
wisdom
and charm
(you)
Part of “removing what covers happiness” has to do with social connections. I’ve stopped reaching out to folx who aren’t reaching back. That’s hard but feels necessary. I’ve spend time with dear friends and family but I’m seeing how shallow many of the connections I’ve had are. I don’t feel invested in changing that. Instead, I cherish the deeply-rooted relationships I have, including the one with myself.
yesterday was a different kind of conversation with petals flying and thunder booming in the end, a soft a rain fell against the night * this morning songbirds are warbling the ancient trees are still and plaintive a jay screeches a call to action as the sky stretches * tomorrow is not here yet
pic of the fabulous Johnny Horton at Elliott Bay Books. I deleted my personal Facebook account today. The reasons for this are many. Here are a few: 1.) I’ve had way too many people lurking about, reading about my life and assuming they know me then try to get close to me just from reading…
There’s so much I want to say. So much I could say about friendship, and belonging, and how care (or the absence of it) feels deep in the center of my being. About feeling dehumanized so often. Objectified. Plunked into the fantasies and projections of men who said they loved me but didn’t show me…