When I take action to control my life, I'm told I'm being manipulative. When they say I do not inform them of my life plans, it means they wanted me to ask their permission. When I decide what I want to do, it's not done against anyone else's will. When I ask for help, I … Continue reading My Harrowing/Hero-ing
After having days and nights of feeling deathly depressed, I pushed myself out into a nice day, and despite the sunshine, as usual I found myself irritated by pissy people. Where do they find me? So once again I am the ever patient and understanding Val, but when I got home I promised myself to cut … Continue reading Taking Myself Out
There needs to be more shrines -- in every city -- on every block -- places of peace -- sanctuaries for silence, comfort, where I am embraced by Gods... Places of seeking, sharing, spaces of Away-from-Time and into Nature-Nurture. I seek a shrine nested in nature, un-interrupting the trees, a haven for birds and squirrels … Continue reading Postcard #46: Home at the Shrine
"Friendship should not be mourned," They said. And when I say, They, I do not speak of People, or voices that may populate my head. I talk of They that travel on the wind, whisper unseen, guide the lost when they stumble, and sometimes purr through the cat who shares my bed at night. "Friendship … Continue reading Postcard #45: Celebrating Friendship!
She's almost gone, August almost gone, never quite left I know she will be back I just have to wait because sometimes she peeks out of other seasons, times so bright, … Continue reading August Kiss Farewell
Starting tonight, I vowed I would write a poem a day and would draw a sketch a day. First I will start with the passion that provokes me to do this in the name of my God. I look at this green all around me and it fills me with such love, my heart aches … Continue reading The August Heart’s-Ache-Art Starts Now
They are tiny still life home movie posters, these photographs I share with you. All around me there are so many little joys I find everyday I can't keep to myself. Everyday, as July grows into the first of August, my heart hurts open wide, like an egg cracking, firewood snapping, insect bite itching and … Continue reading Postcard #40: Lughnasadh Garden Glories