“It’s good that he is quiet, because that means he is thinking. When smart people aren’t ruled or overpowered by their emotions, they can think, and they can solve the problem. That’s a good thing, unless you’re the problem.” While he’s thinking, she’s remembering. When they’re raging, the problems that “can’t be solved” multiply. Inspired... Continue Reading →
In America today, it is a privilege to have a baby (without your consent). That is a factual sentence I can type. This is a truthful sentence I can say out loud including the quiet parts. I love forming new, true sentences. Recently, I had the privilege of adding “my therapist wants to get a... Continue Reading →
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SDkAGkd4NLc This is a post from about 2 years ago. Thought I’d re-share in memory of Carl Jung who left this plane of existence 61 years ago today. Is it possible that "there is no spoon" and mustard seed mountains are the same truth? Remember how Jesus said, "if ye had but a mustard seed... Continue Reading →
Our society seems hellbent on simultaneously embodying Einstein's definition of insanity while getting pissed off that people are going ... insane? Is there a better way or at least another way to look at these complex, nuanced situations?
The hardest part about depression is realizing you’re depressed. We all use words to deceive ourselves. It’s not depression, I’m not depressed I’m just like … miserable and I don’t know why. I just know it’s my fault. I’m not depressed, I’m just really tired and cranky. I’m not depressed, I just generally don’t want... Continue Reading →
When we were born We were born to die The wailing of our first breath Implies the weeping of the last Then we start becoming We must become someone Someone becomes a daughter Someone becomes a son Someone became something That something is a mask The mask becomes the mission Mis’ry becomes like... Continue Reading →
Written 2 years ago When you close your eyes, what do you see? The glistening pools of infinity, Or are you mourning upon a desolate sea? Where do you come from? Who is your home? Where is the space between you and your soul? Who are you without the name you were given? What... Continue Reading →
Cool things have been happening. One, I started writing a poetry book with the kids. Inspired by Dr. Seuss & Shel Silverstein. The kids are illustrating it and my daughter's even adding her own poems. Two, I've been writing a lot in general. Three, I feel good about myself. Not like sniffing my armpits and... Continue Reading →
I saw Linda G Hill's SOCS this week when I read Jill's response and wanted to play, but my son has stolen my laptop and I’m on my phone. I figured I can type here and save as a draft so I can do the pings and things. The word was nail, and I thought... Continue Reading →
It’s hard to comprehend that it’s only been a year - it seems so long ago and yesterday. I read somewhere how time means nothing with love. I grew up in PA, became me in PA...yet as soon as I came here, I knew what home meant. I remember being on my porch recording this.... Continue Reading →
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