This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 2/9/19 A brisk and sunny Saturday, and I am reflecting on the importance of habits. Habits and how they either aid or hinder us in the pursuit of becoming. A thought: you don’t have to try nearly as hard when your habits are good. What [...]
Morning Song
i’ve found out what you’re like in the mornings when the sun loses its curve and slenderly the jubilant sky drops its cunning, feathering a cleave in your bright-eyed denim and only your needing fingers can bring me to swift god-given silence just beneath the supreme intelligence of my hips (and which i hope you [...]
Red Hen
I dash through the hallways of a professional building, as if being chased through the tunnels of a maze. Janitors, security guards, accountants, IT specialists, and one surgeon dressed in a blue gown. None of them seems to notice me nor care much about my comings and goings. I arrive at a chapel with a [...]
Kitchen 99
Original artwork by T. Blake there was a crack in a pipe above the wall where the sun exposed its side, a pattern like a spider’s web, a net that cast the glare of the sand over a turquoise stone, an eye in a cave caked with seaweed, a fissure in the parapet where the [...]
Of the Sacred Feminine
Something happened to me after my last post. Something clicked. I’ve got to chuckle because, after all this time—after having ceased exploring my femininity many months ago and setting my sights on what I considered vastly different horizons—I find myself here. Writing a post titled, “Of the Sacred Feminine.” It’s funny how projects like this [...]
Kind of Woman
I spent most of yesterday afternoon reflecting on my previous post, in which I proposed to institute a series of small, but valuable, changes in my daily life. To be more in sync with myself, truer to my own inner urgings and desires. I didn’t expect to publish another post on this topic so soon, [...]
Faux
This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 1/19/19 A cozily dreary Saturday. Sitting on the floor cushion in my office, where I do all of my writing, listening to Lindsey Buckingham. (Did I mention “I’m So Afraid” was the inspiration for the guitar solo portion of Seven Road? Or that I touched [...]
