She is beautiful. My mother, my daughter, my sister, my friend, my lover. She is everything to everyone. She is powerful. She is loving. She is breath, life, heart. Land and sea. Inspiring and fear-inducing. Tsunamis, Earthquakes. Volcanos, Hurricanes. Tornados, Floods. Boiling Heat, Freezing Cold. Gaia. You are close. You are always. You are here. … Continue reading Gaia the Great
It’s Off To Work I Go…
I'm nervous and excited. I want to get this job. I am so scared to work again. It's been two years. I remember when I was twenty nine, I went back to work after eighteen months. Eighteen months earlier I had been working six days per week, Often with a couple of doubles thrown in … Continue reading It’s Off To Work I Go…
Another Day…
Amazing Ted Talk on Depression Another day. Another fucked up day. It's 14:55. I'm sitting in... wait for it... Starbucks. I just dropped off some medication at the kids' school and ran. School ends at 14:45 and I needed to leave before then. God forbid the kids saw me and wanted to leave with me. … Continue reading Another Day…
The Stolen Child
Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. The Stolen Child - W.B. Yeats The quote and my tattoo above are of the chorus of W.B. Yeats' poem: The Stolen Child. It is my favorite … Continue reading The Stolen Child
On Ending…
How will it end? This journey I'm on. So many variables. So many influences. So many people in my life. Close and distant. What is this journey? Why is it? Where is it going? What's the what? How's the how? Such a mystery. Does the journey mean life? Does it mean what's going on now? … Continue reading On Ending…
Going, Going, Gone
It won't come out of me. It's stuck inside. Maybe it's not even inside. How would I know? If it is gone what then? It's all I have. What else can I do? What if that's it? I already have nothing. Nothing. Now I have less than nothing. Less. Than. Nothing. Will it come back? … Continue reading Going, Going, Gone
Ugly, Fat, Deformed
I am such an ugly fuck up. Embarrassed to look in the mirror. Previously broken nose, A drunken escapade. Ugly face unable to smile. Crooked stained teeth. Thin lips. Awful coarse short hair. The ravages of forty years of life. Contrasted with the acne of a teen. What the fuck is that about? Fat bitch. … Continue reading Ugly, Fat, Deformed
