Admission: I lurk around the internets too much, and do too little. Why the blog slowdown? No writings to post? A lot of stuff happened in the past few years – and of course, 2020 happened and I’m still dealing with it deeply, although it may appear surface-wise that I am doing great. Between having …
2020 has come and gone, and having a ‘writer’s disposition,’ you would think I would have written more about it. I am filled with a deep unease, or yielding failure, about this past year. So much unearthed, and so much to cherish and yet to mourn and rage. I think many of us – especially …
Whose stories are you telling? And why? Self-inquiry is so much more important now than I ever could have imagined. I take it so dead-seriously these days that I catch myself off guard. I used to hear the term ‘journaling’ and scoff a little bit. Mostly because I didn’t have the time to do it …
Uncertain and quiet, I still just don’t know. Lately I feel like I have no authority to be espousing my opinion on the internet, to post blogs, or even to write privately because I feel contaminated. A deep-seated feeling of perpetuating something that’s not genuine. Of creating something that’s not bore of myself but merely …
Where am I? I whisper into the night. Why am I here, in this place, at this time? I wring my hands and crack my neck and stay worried all the same. Nothing feels grounded, nothing feels right about this place, this ephemera – this ME. The constant swirl of dogma. The constant berating threads from …
Why do we need to apply conditions to our perceived state of happiness? Can you be happy always, anytime? I was confronted with these thoughts recently, and finally saw them for what they were: illusion breakers. Undoubtedly, the first time I saw a quote or meme that stated something along the lines of “Happiness is …
I guess I inadvertently took a blogging hiatus, as it’s been a MONTH since my last post. I didn’t mean to, but life got in the way, and I by no means had any kind of blog ‘schedule’ to speak of. However, in the past month, I have come to realize just how important writing …
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Butterfly visions Abound in the wrist - A flick of a tempest - A wick of a cyst A fiery sorceress Tempts and expands A wizened old mistress Unfolds her worn hands A child underneath A girl yet unborn A teenager Sullen and stricken with scorn All of these women Are here with me now …
February 16th, 2016 The alarm rings, and I slowly convince myself to get out of bed. It’s later than expected, so I hurry out of the house, skipping breakfast. Daughter and husband are still asleep. I rush up the sidewalk as fast as I can towards the bus stop. I see the top of the …
Boney, stringent Lines that cross Steely gazes Minds of loss Pearls of wisdom Lined up, neat Beaten down With golden wheat Trusting no one “Who is there?” Fraught with misery Winds that scare Solace seeks us – Every – One – Yet turned away We look for Sun The rain will fall If only we’d …
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