I wonder what happens when one walks into the sea?
"My worst day as a free soul is far better than my best day in captivity." Samie Brosseau
"You're crazy." How often have you heard this phrase thrown around, either flippantly, in jest or to victim blame someone who has overcome or is recovering from abuse? I heard this often as a post-cult teenager and well into my adult years. While I was actually dealing with the behavioral aftermath of being an extremely … Continue reading Born Crazy: A Video Poem
A few months ago my twenty-one year old son and his friends invited me to go hiking. "Oh, hell yes!" I responded with excitment. Nature is one of my many loves. I rubbed my hands together gleefully. How cool these youngsters want an oldie but goodie like me along. "Now, mom," my son advised, "this … Continue reading Why “Push Through” Can Be An Illusion
It is midnight and the rain is falling. There are never torrents here in this land of evergreen forest. She pours softly from the eave gliding down the tree leaves outside my window. I have knocking pain strobes in my eye sockets, headache gone raw. Sleep is a tender trinket dangling and taunting my view. Counting woolen … Continue reading Stream of Consiousness III
She jumped off a bridge into the middle of traffic in North Seattle this morning. She has lingered in my heart all day. I don't know her name, what she looked like, if she had children or a husband, family, had ever felt love or had someone hug her. And that makes me sad. I … Continue reading She Left the Planet