between sleep: i wonder if my hands get tired of keys. or if it makes running them across the strong back of my lover even more satisfying. i turn on the music, and it’s a slow slow lag, a lazy, dreaming drum, my hum, oh my hum is barely audible now, my love is not… Continue reading random writing from an old November draft
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.
in preparing, I am prepared.
Sometimes I forget that I’m creative, that I came here, in a sea of traveling light that can illuminate even my darkest ideas. “What’s wrong with me?” is the mantra that has created elaborate worry. Illnesses in my head, potential threats and warlocks, taking over the healthy parts of my body. Making them dead. Dizzy… Continue reading tonight, i forget. tonight, i remember.
energy exists and needs an outlet. it is neutral, neither “good” or “bad” or “sad” or “happy” although I’d assert that some energy is more “dense” or “light” or “fast-moving” than others. the way we wield this energy is key: with it, (in the physical realm) we can choose to build or destroy. add to… Continue reading when using the power to destroy and deconstruct is productive
“I can’t sleep in this fevered dream.” It always starts with a “Yesterday” or a “Last week” or some marker in time, as if closeness or distance matters to what’s right, versus what’s right now. As it goes, yesterday, I received a surprise Reiki session, gifted by my neighbor and former client, Arthur. He wrote… Continue reading Writing and Editing at the same time, in one brain