Who are you really? What makes you tick? Not what do you do for a living. Not who are you in relationship to others…(mother, son, sister, brother, wife, grandpa, etc.). I was asked to describe who I am. After much thought about why I think I’m in existence, I came up with this description.
I am love. I am light. I am truth, real and raw. Both colorful and dark. I am synchronous with growth, death, rebirth following the cycles of nature. I am my own best friend, confidante and lover. I am sensual, funny and deep. I am a beautiful mix of human and spirit. Light and heavy. An unchanged core of varying human experience, I am a beautiful mess.
Only write the pretty things. Speak in pretty tones, pretty word choice. Somehow REAL is no longer cool. Intolerable. Honesty must be extinguished, slaughtered alongside her sister, authenticity. Continue reading “Only Pretty Allowed Here”→
Looking for some inspiration today I stumbled across this Wintery scene. Quiet, frozen and crunchy. Alive underneath but who can tell? Bringing me right back to my quest for something greater. Continue reading “Winter Layers”→
Here we are, Christmas quickly approaching. So of course I have no plans to spend time with my family on Christmas Eve. Flirting with attending vs. not attending family gatherings for 15 years, Continue reading “The Unlikely Christmas Card”→
I was with a woman last night who really has it out for herself. I mean, the car felt crowded and it was only the 2 of us in there. She felt heavy. If stared at her long enough I might get a clear pic of the degrading bastard who grips her aliveness. This invisible energy that slaughters her every attempt she makes… to shine. The invisible beast with tentacles, squeezing the happy, proud, self-confidence right out of her. Continue reading “Careful, Your Self-Talk Is Showing”→
Saturday. It’s so nice to see you – I’ve waited since last time we met to be with you once again. It’s always been a pleasure to spend time with you, you’re so full of possibilities, freedom and relaxation. I like the way you always go with whatever comes your way. Some spontaneous. Some planned. Some of the best memories are made on your time, allowing me to be present, living one moment at a time – first in your light -then darkness. You’re flanked by some pretty honorable comrades – Fri & Sun but the experience of you, Saturday, is the day to savor. I’m honored to be in your presence. Every one of YOU is a gift.
I really feel sick with what is going on in this world. Not fearful. Just disgusted. Honestly, I listen to/watch very little TV and other Media. I have no container. Continue reading “Just Stop Talking”→