Many of us use art as an outlet, a way to express our emotions and process events that happen to us. This is always seen through our own lens, our own interpretation of what happened. It doesn’t usually reflect the opposite or adjacent sides. It isn’t meant to. Art used as healing is a way…
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The You I See
You talk too much, You are never serious. You fidget and pace, You keep your mind occupied so feelings can’t be processed. But you also make me laugh. You take me out of my head and into my body. You are familiar and comfortable, A teddy bear I can lean into, even when shoddy. You…
Be The Change…for Ukraine
Ukraine…it’s the Vietnam War, the Cuban Missile Crisis, the Cold War of this era…it’s being touted as the “new” cold war, except that it feels pretty hot, with bombs and missiles and dead bodies in a sovereign country, and threats of nuclear war as a nuclear plant is attacked and on fire. It’s too close…
We Need Magic
We live in a scary world where sometimes all I want to do is find love and bury myself in it. But combatting evil requires us to exude love outward, not inward. It requires unabashed truth-telling and living in constant awareness as opposed to numbing ourselves down into submission and acceptance. It means saying the…
One Day I Cried
One day I cried For all the times I did not feel good enough… For failures and break-ups, Sliding scales and missed opportunities. Until one day I discovered That beneath the perceptions of lack, My heart was held In the tender palms of my own steadfast hands. A powerful muscle pumping courage through my tiny…
Letter To My Childhood Self
To the little girl with the freckles and the ponytail, I have a few things to share with you. As a child you were obedient, spontaneous, thoughtful, energetic, disciplined, cautious, eager to please, and stubborn in your “you-ness.” These are all traits that would describe you now, so you haven’t lost much…but there are a…
My New Year’s View for 2022
Another New Year’s Eve…another reflection on the past year as well as a view of 2022 (see what I did there?)… I just watched a survival story about a climber who broke his leg descending a mountain and literally had to crawl mile upon mile down a mountain to get to safety. In order to…
Love Is A Battlefield
“The heart is your student For love is the only way we learn. Night has no choice but to grab the feet by daylight. It’s as if I see Your Face everywhere I turn. It’s as if Love’s radiant oil never stops searching for a lamp in which to burn.” ~Rumi Being a student is…
Seek > Create > Understand > Trust
I am listening to Sick of Myself by Matthew Sweet. It was the song that started my relationship with my first love and future husband, Dan. It always transports me back to the Summer of 1995, and puts me back in that frame of mind…how little I truly understood about love and life but, man,…
My Word Is Surrender
It has been a while since I wrote anything in this space. With the trauma of the last couple of years, one would think I would have written a ton because it is generally how I process my world and particularly my emotions. But instead I numbed myself with alcohol and streaming services. That seemed…
The Weakness In Me
I look across the gym at sweaty bodies and tenuous muscles. Sanguine souls pushing against gravity, defying time and age. A weight of regret can drag us into a hole of apathy unless we take the first step towards something better, Baby steps of change and transformation. I find my strength in my body, in…
Where does it hurt?
Along fractured bones of a broken system. Across racial lines on cracked skin. Through tunnels dripping with oil and the blood of soldiers used as pawns in a game of Risk. Between silent cries of mothers separated from babies, traumas inked in their soft delicate skin. Among strong yet scarred women, branded by testosterone-laden mysogeny,…
Notes In the Margins 