The Joy of Unbecoming

When we were born We were born to die The wailing of our first breath Implies the weeping of the last   Then we start becoming We must become someone Someone becomes a daughter Someone becomes a son Someone became something That something is a mask   The mask becomes the mission Mis’ry becomes like... Continue Reading →

Who wrote your dictionary? Full post

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 →

That’s…So…Deep, bruh

What if everything I am is a culmination of the hopes, fears, dreams, wishes, nightmares, success, and failure of everyone who came before me? If I can believe that, then how many of my desires, aspirations, hopes, wishes are mine or someone who came before me? How many of my fears, worries, limitations, and so... Continue Reading →

Thoughts on Trauma

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

Creating Something from Nothing

Woke up at 4:30. Actually more like 4 but I was meditating and vibing with the universe type deal before I got out of bed. I made coffee, did my thing, came in and wrote in my book for a little bit.   The book is called Ayam. An important part of creating something from... Continue Reading →

No, Seriously, Suicide is Not Selfish

Unsurprisingly, lots of opinions, theories, and soapboxes have come out in the wake of Chris Cornell's suicide.  When Robin Williams committed suicide, I wrote a long piece attempting to remove ignorant peoples' heads from their asses, so I guess I should write again... Suicide is not selfish It must be nice to exist in a... Continue Reading →

Life Imitates Art

Have you seen the whole "Shakespeare wrote King Lear while quarantined thing"? It's like an earworm for me.   It's not like I'm even wasting my time (on the surface). I'm spending a lot of it with the kids, books I've been meaning to read, journaling I've been meaning to do, introspection I've been avoiding,... Continue Reading →

leather-bound journal

I had this thought, along the realms of... "who would I be if I wasn't so scared to be myself?" Even though I feel like I'm being more like me, I know that the person who exists inside my journal or talks to me nonstop all day inside my head is nothing like the one... Continue Reading →

If everything is a priority, nothing is a priority!

The following things, in no particular order, are top priorities: -Gratitude for everything, even the things pissing me off -Feeling feelings without trying to change them -Being a being without trying to change me -Breathing more deeply and letting things breathe -Reading more, thinking less -Getting outside and not being a hermit -Make new friends... Continue Reading →

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