When I see you, I see color. Your skin and your eyes. So perfect. So uniquely you. I see how so many foundations behind the counter. They can’t match all the shades that paint me and you. Your skin, your eyes, your hair, and your lips, all perfectly made in the shades that make me... Continue Reading →
In the eyes of my criticism In the eyes of my criticism I cannot stand tall There are whispers to remind me I am not enough In the eyes of my criticism Failure is the mark Where I am found lacking And everyone will know They’ll see me the way I do... Continue Reading →
5 years ago, 2 people fought and 5 lives imploded. Countless others were hurt in the fallout. 4 years ago, I was continuing to be a functional alcoholic, self harming and taking out all my pain by starving myself and living on beer, a slice of ham and multivitamins. 3 years ago, I left the... Continue Reading →
I had a panic attack last night because the counters were dirty. There I was shaking, heart trying to climb out of my chest ala Alien, and my brain running away in storyland. Because the counters were dirty. Initially, because I’m human, I was pissed. Like, “this? This is the hill we’re dying on today?... Continue Reading →
Talking about rape, abortion, adoptions - also the last 20 years of my life. Don't read it if you don't want to read about yucky stuff. Go anywhere else on my blog, there's plenty.
Poetry by Mahbuttitches
Long ass post...written as a reminder for yours truly more than anyone. I am reading The Secret right now, which is essentially a Cliffs notes of a Course in Miracles (or the source material for most self help anything’s) But I mean, read anything and gratitude will always come to the forefront. No matter how... Continue Reading →
Chanting mantra Om Mani Padme Hum explanation, background, and overview of Kuan Yin.
Days can go without hearing the rhythm of my heart. In the busyness and insanity of all the games we play, my breath stays automatic, and my thoughts no end in sight. My breath and metronome always with me, marking time in all I do. With my breath to guide, my heart is muse and... Continue Reading →
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