Surprises for the kids

Evan and I have been so fortunate to have so many changes and blessings since his new job. One thing I've been able to do is surprise the kids with whatever pops in my brain to make them smile Amazon had a lightning deal for a butterfly garden. We got the caterpillars and our butterflies... Continue Reading →

Justice Just Is Another Word Unheard

All our problems float in sapphire skies. We can see them all so clearly. But it's hard to see, really, when our eyes are closed - albeit temporar'ly. All our problems float in an ebony sea. Drowning in rip tides of duality. When only black and white can win, no one can hear the middle... Continue Reading →

Where Have I Been?

Pulled a quick Jim Carrey, no biggie. In the process of creating the life I want. Whatever that means. I can't put it in words, it's not really about materials.  I'm not my house, I'm not my clothes. I'm just a persona wandering around to see what I can learn. Apparently random disappearances from the... Continue Reading →

O.M.I.B – Gravity

For the first time in, I don’t even know how long, I’m writing how I used to.  I’m in my bathrobe, my hair is soaking wet, and I’m listening to Maynard.  None of this is relevant, except maybe that I’m listening to Thirteenth Step album by APC. “What goes up, must come down” popped in... Continue Reading →

From Am I? to I Am

“You are an aperture through which the universe is looking at and exploring itself.” ― Alan W. Watts I'm back on a TOOL kick, and it's massaging the brain again.  Listening to Forty Six & 2, I finally had the aha I've been missing, or at least I forgot I knew.  Or maybe I just... Continue Reading →

Commando

I felt my soul ripped outward, hung shapeless in the day Rose red of blushing cheeks, as the world inspects my shame I hid naked in the daylight, a flesh covered rag doll A child heaved in the darkest gutters of my own desire I found the hell they speak of, when I gazed into... Continue Reading →

Dear ____, (#3)

Dear ____, Most days I do not know what I wish for most – that I never met you, or that I could steal my heart back from the icicles you call fingers.  Your smile melted me into a pool of yes, despite my brain screaming no.  For all the lies I have told myself,... Continue Reading →

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