Author: miresistencia

salted sun forest dew deep roots. De la luna~

Life is good.

So this happened     and maybe best of all–electric bikes, the still quiet of the island zipping through the mist grey as air and so clearly breathing, all that silence.  I stood on the roof of the lodge where we stayed and looked in to the green ferny hills wanting to be there, up…

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Rape Survivors Talk About Why They Tweeted Their Stories

JoAnne, I was following this twitter buzz a step behind, mostly keeping up with in my wordpress reader–I only now am connecting that this is YOU. Again, I am so moved by your willingness to put your neck out. You are an advocate and an inspiration to the voiceless/would-be Voices. Thank you and bows to…

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For Erika. Lament for Spring.

I gotta go way back /When I go back/gary snyder and diPrima/ $21 monthly grocery bills/the year i got outta college/37 this week & still nothin/but a poet’s heart~ All but one of the strawberry plants have died the chamomile is turning brown it is winter & I don’t know what to do w all…

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Today is Appreciation Day

Which is the 15th of every month, and created and celebrated by me as a means of practicing deep, unconditional self-love for 24 hours, no matter what.  It means I have to be really aware of self-talk and behavior.  It means I get to relish in love and good feelings.  It means I get a…

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I see you.

Grace you’re so funny looking. You taste like salt and a runny nose.  You make me queasy in my belly.   Funny  measure of glints and glimmers, late 6pm sunlight on my hobbit house wall.   Life still breaths inside us despite the pressing limitations, the messiness. The barrage of I don’t want to have…

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This is what silencing looks like

Originally posted on Left at the Lights:
I didn’t celebrate International Women’s Day. I didn’t feel I had the right to. I’ve known for a while that maybe I’m not allowed to call myself a feminist because of the way feminism isn’t really much about real equality (justice), or hasn’t been for quite some time…

Cycles of creativity

Thanks for this, Andrea! As a woman, cyclical knowing is our cherished knowing: the phases of living, that include, as the moon, a wane or dying, though not to entirety but on a continuum: that we grow new again. Like spirals, on and on. I am thinking the most lately about the soul life, the…

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