It's a strange feeling, to know you're ethical, righteous, and honest... and be stuck in a hampster wheel of lies, abuse, and crazy making of a narcissist. A lost cause. fighting just to defend the real reality, not the false narrative of his outrageous lies.
Crickets chirping, a melodious sound, coming from the thicket of autumnal wildflowers and trees bursting out in yellow and orange leaves. I sit, at my appointed seat, where I think, where I write, where I contemplate, and think of what may be next. Candles lit, orange glow, soft light envelops me, healing call, after a … Continue reading Chirps
I am a piece of shit, rotten, mean, terrible person. That, is my nature. I am angry, inherently furious. If I don’t practice being at ease, the art of compassion, and the seeking of balance, I am a furious, hurt, rotten human. It isn’t my fault, I was brought up to hate myself. I was … Continue reading amends.
Arriving. Completing. Changing. Identifying. Wisdom.....
It has rained every day since I embarked on this journey. Snow capped Rocky Mountains waving behind me across flat farmland states with postcard red barns and rolling windmills churning up energy in the blowing wind. Behind me, a life I created, build up and crafted which fell apart, fragile, like a house made of … Continue reading Ions Penetrate the Wind
the news is littered with so much hate. our "leaders" promote such audible emotional violence. my heart can't believe my ears. people who should be safe are under attack, with vehement anger and vitriol. women are not safe. gay people are not safe. brown people are not safe. marginalized people are not safe. truth tellers are not safe. artists are not safe.
Stepping in, beamy, bright eyed ready to jump right in. I know what the language is, the conversation appears to make sense. It's English, yes? I know what they are saying,
Bits of light poking through thick black space covering everything as far as I can see. Moonlight, shining reflecting off part of the moon its light is like a mood changing, mercurial,
A pressure cooker, almost about to pop filled with delicious feast or unfortunate disaster. A long drive at night, can't see anything, while it is snowing,
Today I drove, to a little town out west to escape my surroundings and find a little space. I ended up in Parachute. There, I met a group of older women who wanted to know how I ended up in their podunk town? The road to Parachute was a straight shot through arid hills covered … Continue reading Ladies in Parachute
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Gratitude for Boredom 
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