Sunshine Blogger Award

Sue at My Loud Bipolar Whispers  nominated me for the Sunshine Blogger Award. This morning, I was thinking to myself about getting rid of this blog. I keep thinking writing under the name Mah Butt Itches is a stupid idea, and people just disregard me because who the fuck would write under a name referencing an itchy... Continue Reading →

Fearing Craziness Made Me Crazy

At first, I thought meditation was going to cure me and solve all of my problems. I still don't know if the struggles I have are chemical or situational in nature. I suspect both. I think society, materialism, and our chattering monkey brains are contributing to the rising diagnoses for depression, anxiety, ADHD, and bipolar. I... Continue Reading →

Wiping Blessings Off the Floor

In the face of death and tragedy, it is normal to cling to the idea of life, joy, and happiness.  The problem arises, though, because most people do not want to accept that none of these things can be held on to. It is an awful and sobering reality to see people merely going to... Continue Reading →

I take breaks from thinking

So I can listen to the crickets better on a chilly night.  So I can stop listening to the rumination that is as effective and draining as punching water to smooth it.  So I can remind myself that I have yet to think my way out of a single problem  So I can appreciate the... Continue Reading →

Rag Doll

My soul twin, beautiful sister, and one of the most incredibly talented poets I know, Yaskhan gave me the privilege and joy of collaborating on a poem with her.  Together, we created Rag Doll.  (If you don't already follow her, please do, you'll be glad you did!) Well, I'll be damned With a swift kick... Continue Reading →

It’s the little things

I'm not going to lie, I'm hitting a weird wall the last few days. It's likely depression, and I'm trying to approach it better than the bury-head-in-sand ignore it approach or the move constantly so it won't catch you approach.  I wrote to myself today, all day: "I know I'm Not okay, and that's okay."... Continue Reading →

New Dead Philosopher Crush

I've been listening/reading Alan Watts for a few months now. You know the presence of a genius when they can speak so simply about the profound. Weaving metaphor and similie to describe a nature that is just beyond the reach of our fingertips, using words we've not yet formed in our consciousness. We all see,... Continue Reading →

One Mom’s Itchy Butt #14

One Mom’s Itchy Butt #13 I was taking a bath yesterday, and I started chuckling.  I had carved out a few hours to do a New Moon ritual, including a nice, long, relaxing bath.  My hippie side aside, I was laughing at the fact that I scheduled a damn bath.  I thought about how much... Continue Reading →

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