Yesterday's therapy appointment was illuminating. I nearly didn't go because I have a shitty cold, one where I am prone to coughing fits and losing my voice. I generally get one like this once a year, and apparently now is the time. So anyway, I drug my carcass in and as usual, I'm glad I … Continue reading my team of champions
forgiving our fathers
forgiving our fathers by dick lourie maybe in a dream: he's in your power you twist his arm but you're not sure it was he that stole your money you feel calmer and you decide to let him go free or he's the one (as in a dream of mine) I must pull from the … Continue reading forgiving our fathers
messages from Bríd
Lately I've been spending some intense time with my Bríd devotionals and study time. This morning during my prayers and meditation, I received a message pretty loudly - that I need to continue building the groundwork for the Liminal Tradition (formerly Cassandra, and may change during the process). She said clearly that I need to … Continue reading messages from Bríd
three regenerators
Trí aithgine in domain: brú mná, uth bó, ness gobann. Three regenerators for the world: a woman's womb, a cow's udder, a smith's furnace. (Translation: Morgan Daimler, Brigid)
living life out loud
For years, I've lived my life out loud, online and very publicly. I felt safe doing so, and if I'm honest, I felt like it was my birthright as an American woman to do so. I haven't been feeling that safety since the infamous Trump tape broke. In fact, the days after that story went … Continue reading living life out loud
a woman who writes feels too much
THE BLACK ART Anne Sexton A woman who writes feels too much, those trances and portents! As if cycles and children and islands weren't enough; as if mourners and gossips and vegetables were never enough. She thinks she can warn the stars. A writer is essentially a spy. Dear love, I am that girl. A … Continue reading a woman who writes feels too much
apologies, followers
I realized today that every one of these old entries I'm putting up is creating an email. I'll take a break, so your inboxes can have a break!
the human race should write, and write, and write
Cacoethes Scribendi BY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES, SR. If all the trees in all the woods were men; And each and every blade of grass a pen; If every leaf on every shrub and tree Turned to a sheet of foolscap; every sea Were changed to ink, and all earth's living tribes Had nothing else to do … Continue reading the human race should write, and write, and write
the way it is
The Way It Is There’s a thread you follow. It goes among things that change. But it doesn’t change. People wonder about what you are pursuing. You have to explain about the thread. But it is hard for others to see. While you hold it you can’t get lost. Tragedies happen; people get hurt or … Continue reading the way it is
slogging through the blog
One of the coolest features of WordPress is the ease of importing entries from other online blogs. I've combined three blogs here, with just one outstanding - the one with Jasmine's story. I'll get that one in soon, maybe even later today. I'm going through the entries, deciding what can be deleted, what stays private … Continue reading slogging through the blog
by the sea, by the sea, by the beautiful sea 