The wind is a jukebox Of my yesterdays The record plays A poem dances I await the next song To come
This is a poem I wrote over the summer as my best friend created an amazing mural. When you close your eyes, what do you see? The glistening pools of infinity, Or are you mourning upon a desolate sea? Where do you come from? Who is your home? Where is the space between you... Continue Reading →
From yesterday, 1 week out from move. Current mantra/hopefully help me keep some shred of me intact: “The family that cries together, flies together” Shirts are soaked in my children’s tears - for days now. My shoulder is soaked with my husband’s tears, and my cheeks are soaked in mine. I tell us all this... Continue Reading →
The hydra is finished I modify my appearance with important events. I celebrated my driver's license with getting my cartilages pierced (and literally starting to date the dude who would become the father of the girl represented by my left shoulder) A tattoo goes on to mark something for me. (Literally, no shit Sherlock) Figuratively,... Continue Reading →
...Instead of running with anxiety, I’m questioning it. “What is this [discomfort of whatever form] saying to me?” Has been more helpful then “I’ve ruined everything and I am a worthless idiotic sack of shit” (believe it or not!) Earlier today, I did it and then went to meditate, and just now I did it and realized I needed to flop for a few minutes.
In two weeks, we are on the road to a new home. In two weeks, we officially say goodbye to all the familiar and blow our comfort zone into the ether. I keep feeling like our little troupe is a bunch of badasses. I’m so grateful our family chose each other because I can’t imagine this journey with anyone else. My greatest teachers and loves. My best friends.