A loose rant on why nothing is real—and how the feedback loop of our digital existence is at a sloppy crossroads.
A loose rant on why nothing is real—and how the feedback loop of our digital existence is at a sloppy crossroads.
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 …