“People are hard to hate close up. Move in. Speak truth to bullshit. Be civil. Hold hands. With strangers. Strong back. Soft Front, Wild heart.” — brene brown, braving wilderness( via the moontimes digest /mosaiceye) the news has been all over the place…we are still in the midst of a pandemic and all sorts of civil uncivility…it’s an endless cycle […]
saying yes to what matters…
today is another rainy day. I am here writing on my actual computer because my tablet seems to have major limitations when it comes to the website. I am not complaining. just saying….I have not been willing to sit down and write here in a while but here I am. looking out at the elm tree. watching the hazy stone […]
Freedom feels/Mostly yellow
View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize We can impose beauty on our future – Lorraine Hansberry * I deleted some apps on my phone. Again. Nothing […]
Freedom is a practice
Last night, i had a dream in dreams that I received a comment about how spacey, rambling and incomplete my work is here. In my dream, i was not hurt but i wanted to justify but something stopped me…and then i woke up. This morning my mantra was something about being inherently valuable (thank you Combahee River Collective for access […]
A soft revolution, continuing,
View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize View fullsize I am who I am doing what I came to do – Audre Lorde These days, i am learning. Softly. Embracing what i don’t know. Realizing some of my own blind spots. Especially as it comes […]
mantra/s and meditations of freedom (no1.)
“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.” ― Albert Camus “I am not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul, nor lurking behind my eyes. I do not mind at all. I do not belong to the sobbing school […]