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 →

Hell is where the heart is

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.

A new way to bleed

Editor’s note: While I will make every attempt to make my writing funny and approachable, please know my content is not for everyone. I am talking about dark, painful issues that you may have no experience with. You may have experience with them, and not want to relive them. I am talking about various forms... Continue Reading →

To Give is to Get

I’ve studied just about every philosophy that I can find over the last 2 years. At the end of the day, this is it. If you can do this, life is everything you want it to be. It is pretty much as simple as doing the opposite of everything you’ve been taught to do. When... Continue Reading →

Fuck You, Brienne

Clearly it is a spoiler, you twat Yeah, I said it. I hope I speak for all of us GoT fans who have a Giant Ginger crush on one Mr. Tormund Giantsbane. You broke his giant-teat sucking heart, and I for one will not sit idly by, silently watching the wildling of my dreams be... 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 →

#GetOffMyLawn

I don't know why I barely write anymore, and it's driving me nuts. It's as if I lost the desire to do the one thing I love doing most, and I honestly don't know how I feel about it! I said the other day, "If I truly wanted to write, I would have written, and... Continue Reading →

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