There's a faded line Between reality and time I Catch myself remembering rejection Straddling a log fence watching Them play and laugh and shout Odd girl out Too loud I used to be an expert at stilts Stride the mud like a queen I could do anything If I just believed but I never prayed hard enough to Make God real and It would be a version of Drop Dead Fred who Emerged the memories in my head Read more...
Click the player below to listen to the two hour interview as I talk with Janaki of The (Not So) Sacred Radio Show about my childhood growing on in a bible based cult.
Waves hold steady as I ride and dive the depths. Intercept child's play. I smile inside. The lessons are wind, and so I fly. Quick. Ready. The shift tilts. I am riding cliff edges with spread wings. Return the matter into the light. Defragment. Retrace steps. Boomerang slinkies back to their origin gathering energy times … Continue reading Dancing Away
This was not an easy photo for me to do this morning. I cried. It hurt to take. I was swept back to being a five year old child, mouth taped so often to train me to be silent, just like this, except it was white packing tape, so even more humiliating as I couldn't … Continue reading Broken Until Spoken
What do you allow your inner voices to say to you? They sound a bit like this, yes? Are they telling you positive things? They should be! If not, you have the control to listen only to the loving voices.
He gently took my hands and said, "my dear, think clearly about your human journey." He paused to give me time. Then he continued, "You must have trained a long time for this mission." I must have.
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