Active Addiction, Active Enablers – Twin Flames Creating Hell

There is no hell like addiction. For those who are enslaved by their drugs of choice, and for those who love them so much, they get up every day and hug barbed wire. There is no hell like being an enabler to that barbed wire. Though you know deep in your soul, the only way... Continue Reading →

“Mother is the Name for God on the Lips and Hearts of all Children”

When a person is shamed, or has behaved wrongly, etc. I’ve heard “you’ve forgotten the face of your father” I never have heard you’ve forgotten the face of your mother. What is a society that overwhelmingly and primarily doesn’t know their mother? Doesn’t acknowledge their mother? Expects everything of their mother, but gives her only... Continue Reading →

You have some of your Yang in my Yin

“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 →

On Jackasses and Wiseasses

A Baby Ruth for the pool of consciousness.. Not to paraphrase a great mind like Blake’s on a blog dedicated to my itchy ass, but(t?): Life is a perpetual journey from jackass to wiseass, if you will I feel like everything and anything can be achieved most simply by embracing every syllable of that quote.... Continue Reading →

Progress

I am not perfect in the sense that I do everything right But, I am perfect in that I’m just right for them. Happy Mother’s Day. I journaled this to myself today after spending the whole week kicking my own ass. Thought maybe someone else could use the reminder too.

Home Means Nevada

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 →

Who wrote your dictionary? Full post

Y'all haven't watched enough Jurassic Park, and it shows. What did we learn? Can man control life? Can man play god? What happens when man plays god? If we make a quick swap between dinos and viruses, I'm feeling like my weird low-key obsession with Michael Crichton and Jeff Goldblum is coming in pretty damn... Continue Reading →

Thoughts on Trauma

The most difficult part of trauma is that most people don't like to use the word trauma. There is a misunderstanding that trauma is "so bad". If you had a bruise, it's skin trauma. All of us have had a bruise, so all of us have had some kind of skin trauma. To others, skin trauma means something "really bad" like someone shaved off your face and wore it. Not all of us have had our faces removed, but we have all had trauma. And we need to talk about it - because trauma can only be healed by being processed

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