It Just Is…
I believe that the general directive to avoid pain is one of the deepest roots of the empty, hollow feeling so many are feeling (Or…. seeking to not feel).
Pain endured is worn like a badge of honor.
Neither feel quite right to me.
Palace of Muse
even the excrement of mass conception can grow the sweetest blossom
May all beings…
May all beings be free from suffering in the root of suffering
May we reach beyond niceties and find true kindness for ourselves and each other
Roots…
Tiokasin Ghosthorse often speaks of the strength of the Roots of The Forest. He has such a graceful way of saying so much in very few words…
That isn’t always my strong suit
I woke up, this morning, with these thoughts…
Regal
I know how to compartmentalize. Ya know. Take your emotions and stuff them somewhere away from the light… Pretend they Continue reading
The way of the weight of the woman…
So here we are. With the tension of eons of patriarchy stretched almossssssst as far as it can be stretched…
Queen Anne’s Lace
I used to disappear into Queen Anne’s Lace. She held cuourt in the Queendom of the imagination place.
Brew
Every moment we live in, we are our best self and there is always a reachable next…
Listen
I miss the sound of the birds singing, right there on the tree outside my window–when I choose instead, to notice the chainsaw farther off in the distance.
