When you think of it, what does it mean? Is it powerful, or loud, or maybe annoying? Is it destructive? Is it creative? Is there a purpose to the wind? In the chaos and destruction of hurricanes, so much loss can occur. Or if the wind and the right conditions meet, a tornado can destroy... 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 →
There’s a lot of focus on MLK right now, but there was Malcolm X too. “If the white people realize what the alternative is, perhaps they will be more willing to hear Dr. King.” It’s not like the Harlem riots didn’t happen and it’s not like everything stayed peaceful. It’s not like our country came... Continue Reading →
When I started losing my mind - I mean really losing it - I learned the term Dark Night of the Soul. It helped me feel less lost. It helped me see that destruction comes before creation. Or that sometimes you do need to burn it all down to get to the new. I don’t... Continue Reading →
Can’t everyone stop arguing about masks and broken political systems and on and on so we can get to the good stuff? Chant it with me: Renaissance. Renaissance. Renaissance. No Phoenix sets herself ablaze to become the same bird. No caterpillar disintegrates in the chrysalis to come out a caterpillar. Death. Rebirth. Transformation. There is... Continue Reading →
Remember when words meant their definition? If I said literally, I meant something was not figurative. Yet now, figuratively is the new literally and I [insert whatever word you like regardless of definition] can't even Remember when tolerant meant tolerant? Even if you did not agree, you could tolerate differing opinions? Agree to disagree? Now,... Continue Reading →
I just joined Medium.com - if you are on there/write on there, drop your info here so I can follow you! It seems like WP is a little dead lately, and I'm trying to find who is going where to write. I saw a post from V and it gave me the idea to check... Continue Reading →
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 →
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
