I go to therapy weekly. It keeps me even keeled. For the most part. This particular session waded into my youth and the constant battles within. The injuries, the pain, the mental damages from all sides from the beginning. Any time I go this deep into those memories, it puts me in a very defensive place, after years of being told I was lying, or … Continue reading Unpacking Baggage is the Worst.
Every name a totem once engraved Giving body to spirit Eternally touching heartblood Warming soul remembers Waning into woad Time and pain pays the toll We etch the names never forgotten to give pain to grief Give name to grief So we may speak it someday with smiles Telling of ledgend mostly of lore So even if minds fail The name remains Continue reading Skin Magic
I am sorry I woke you. I know you have a nice little life. I would like nothing more than to leave you be, but we are past that point. Because I need you to know what the fight is all about. It’s not your fault that you’ve been oblivious up to this point. You’ve never been afraid walking in the dark. You’ve never considered … Continue reading Amends
Moon meets the water in a silent kiss Where peace is created in whispering echos Of tides waves and rippled fingers of light Dance across the surface softly like skin Deep in cool mist wet pebbles Rattle and slide down stones Into silence still pools only to become part of it Pebbles have no regrets Moss blankets boulder invited a soft suface To lay a … Continue reading Refuel
One time I read ‘Where the Red Ferns Grow’ for the nth time and chopped a small tree down with Dad’s 7 iron. The club was warped to shit. But I chopped down a tree! It was wind assisted. Young me did a lot or weird things. OK, they were normal things to a kid. Except when I soured a bunch of milk and tried … Continue reading Activity x Acceleration = fun(danger)
I am fascinated by how humans hold tiny little moments of our lives sacred. We all have a few things that have taken such a firm grasp of our souls that they affect us. By becoming emotional, by dedicating time to it, by thought or deed. We mourn moments that are ours alone to hold witness. Most of our memories are changed and stylized by … Continue reading Memories and How To Friend
A story about drugs, laundry and a shoutout to a cat. Continue reading Knowledge is Power.
From now on, if you didn’t know what direction I will be going in, this means more post, less sense. Like this haiku dump… Iridesant eyes Gemstones fleck an iris Crystaline in loves’ light Swirling scents a comfort Invoke old incantations Whispered in pasted lives Sooth the days’ soul with Quiet and calm smooth waters Blue clean glass surface Living for the now Makes it … Continue reading OK so just fair warning….
So it’s been a couple of weeks and I am a smarter woman than I was. Which is good. Try to be a little smarter every day. Be smart. Be nice. Be badass. Be better But I couldn’t get that into words. Or, at least, there was a lot in the way. Everything I want to tell all of you is here, in my hands, … Continue reading Nope. Enough. Time to do better.
Let’s stop leaving our fate in the hands of others. Continue reading NOPE #Ontpoli