You Can’t Get to Heaven without E-van

I saw a poem on Facebook this morning, and I posted it to the Husband's timeline, because it has never felt like a more accurate description. "...To be loved like a poet loves words..." My God, I feel like every time I write a poem it's some sort of vocabularian masturbation. Word whacking aside, this... Continue Reading →

I Am Getting My Shit Together

My life is nothing if not cyclical.  This time last year, I was working on getting my shit together, and later in the year, I pulled a complete and total movie troupe, shaved my head and went crazy.  It actually wasn't that linear, but I keep laughing about it.  At that time, I started identifying... Continue Reading →

Phew

I wrote this on my personal Facebook, and I think it belongs here too: Since I did reiki, I've had a lot of emotions trying to break loose - sometimes it happens with different yoga positions too. I am not great at handling my emotions. I tend to diagnose them and ignore them or whatever.... Continue Reading →

The Elephant in the Room

The Universe Herself seems to be beating me about the head to write. So, here I am.  Last night, I watched this video where Joe Polish beautifully, eloquently, and genius-ly speaks about his addictions. You know how, when you buy a new car, you suddenly see your car everywhere, but before you had never noticed it? Or,... Continue Reading →

Dear _____, (#2)

Dear ____, I lit some incense last night, and I thought of you. I remembered how, in our early days, we would go shopping for incense and candles together.  At the time, it did not seem like anything interesting or special.  It was just something we had in common.  How many times did we snuggle... Continue Reading →

What If I Am Wrong? (Part 1 of 3) What If I Am Wrong (Part 2 of 3) I take medication to keep me stable, but worry that I am hurting myself more than helping.  I meditate and write to heal, but worry that I am proliferating my own madness.  I try to be an... Continue Reading →

What If I’m Wrong (Part 2 of 3)

What If I Am Wrong? (Part 1 of 3) Prior to the hospital, I was convinced that I was supposed to write and help others.  I was convinced that if I wrote, everything would be fine.  Then, I got convinced my ex was talking to me through music.  I got convinced my phone was hacked... Continue Reading →

What If I Am Wrong? (Part 1 of 3)

(Splitting this long post into 3, because I hate ridiculously long blog posts...) Those five words echo hauntingly in my mind.  There is a part of me that wonders what I would be able to accomplish if I did not second guess myself constantly.  I read not that long ago that people born under a... Continue Reading →

One Mom’s Itchy Butt #8

Hip Opening exercises are amazing for releasing emotion.  What is not amazing is dealing with the emotions that arise, if you've spent years disconnecting from or repressing them.  I realized my bad mood yesterday was the first wave of the emotional surge.  I was expecting sadness, but I was trying to keep everything open, and just... Continue Reading →

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