#selfie

As I transition the layout of my website over the next few weeks, old pages resurface and I’ve elected to give some of them homage with a renewed posting. The following is one such, posted a few years ago, in honour of Women’s History Month and, of course, myself. All my life, I’ve been taunted…

Self-Musing 4 (poesy)

Strong Applied liberally to others But like the root that dies To give sustenance My tongue fell out of my mouth Upon looking in the mirror. You don’t know of the grace with which I’ve maneuvered through the darkest paths to no fault of anyone but the trumpet who so loved its very own existence,…

divine/ unclothe my mind [a poem]

I’m standing before you Almost entirely naked – Almost. … Waiting with this last shred… I’m asking you to unclothe my soul Let your fingers run delicately down my spine Tracing the dignity of a thousand ancestral goddesses before me That bore me; See that my eyes are not like stars But entire galaxies themselves…

Offer your smile only genuinely [a brief, crafted thought]

It is both possible and necessary to be successful and happy without wishing harm upon our adversaries, for this is an invitation to evil thought. Evil should never be allowed to feel so welcome in the house of our minds: this perpetuates and excuses evil unconsciously when it is later greeted. After all, our adversaries…

“N*gger lovers don’t live very long” [a personal response]

With some extra sleep due to weather conditions delaying work, but not so icy roads, I thought my day was off to a good start and I deserved to splurge on a chocolate granola something I was craving. With a few bucks in my handbag and¬†about two extra¬†minutes on the dash clock, I pulled into…

the death I’ll wish I had

“One is love. The other is finding a way of coping with life that does not push love away.” – on the two pillars of life, with regards to living a healthful one of quality and happiness, after a 75-year study, Dr. George Vaillant   There are things we grow up with in our heads,…

love does not exist in this world where people live by fear and ego.

(Black and white) I shared my soul, opened mind, arms, and heart and in the end, lost those too: I didn’t look the part. (warfare) Fatalities: Hope. Love. Faith. They lie here Struck down by the failure of believing In the beauty of one’s spirit To transcend the beauty of the shell for its journey….

but do you? (a short poem)

(“Always” truly means always, my dear) With a hint of sadness And human wonder It occurred to me then That perhaps we are all incapable Of truly understanding How deeply, how full Is another’s love for us. And yet, maybe not. Maybe it just takes a little more Than traditional human effort. A long shot…

my humanity [a brief crafted thought]

There are moments, sometimes, I feel so justified in my humanity, feel so rightly vulnerable, feel excited, feel alone, feel endlessly hopeful, feel despair, feel desire for my deepest wants that burns to the point of physical ache, feel beautiful, feel foolish, feel too proud, too modest, gullible, feel too easily hurt, feel guarded, too…