After reading The Nightingale, WW2 won’t get out of my head. A good book transports you; a great book makes you forget that you aren’t actually there. France in WW2 is not the happiest place to take a mental vacation. But I can’t help but see the significance in modern times, how I ended the… Continue reading The Nightingale and Now: A Trip to WW2
“Women are still in emotional bondage as long as we need to worry that we might have to make a choice between being heard and being loved.” ― Marianne Williamson, A Woman’s Worth This isn’t to say we are victims. We are not. We have been conditioned, sure. To divide love into parts: what is acceptable; what… Continue reading Being Heard and Being Loved
all my life, i have been driven by love illuminated and overthrown by its powerful gift i have been awakened by the kindness of strangers and pushed myself to give the peace of kindness when i craved only war i maintain desire full and luminescent i maintain health and prosperity and god’s grace all words are… Continue reading 3/12/2015: channeled meditation
Today is a good day for acceptance.
Today, I accept myself.
I send this poem out with intense acceptance for myself. I’ve completed it, and therefore, I’ve already won.
Oh, no! It’s the Monday after GISHWHES and I’ve already reformed into the grumps and grief—complaining about the statement of my lazy apartment, who refuses to clean up after me, its [un]gracious host! But not last week. No. I let the mess mount into marvelous mounds of cat fur and worn clothing I’d stripped off… Continue reading GISHWHES: the aftermath. Team #QueHoraEs