So…this exists A long time ago ifellinlove over bob singing this song
Author: miresistencia
salted sun forest dew deep roots. De la luna~
Spring is coming. I’m grown & don’t have to just lay there.
I was luminal and dreaming in my bed which means not really sleeping but not knowing that–blankie tucked all around the crevice landscape of chin shoulder ear hair. It was my patients I was luminous with, the walk with one, the couch with another, in slow-mo, returning to them in the night time as if…
Unlocking Her Mystery: Seattle street artist Kristina Cyr, on working with her creative cycles
It was an enormous honor to receive this, (heee heee–especially the teary, blessed additional news it had to announce!!) yesterday in the mail.It is a deep and incredible honor to be engaged in this level of intimate body work. Thank you so much to Kristina Cyr, of Kristinaartist.com, and the Iconic Voices Portrait Series, for…
#DangerousBlackKids A Love Letter From Hood Feminists to Our Children
#DangerousBlackKids A Love Letter From Hood Feminists to Our Children.
The canyon.
I live here.
House of Cards: Why not calling myself a Feminist often seems like the most pro-femi thing I can do.
You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me–what I’m thinking. What I’m doing? Circling my little room. Rump directing and redirecting like a yellow jacket about to take sweet you know? I was getting ready to write. Circling the whole of my apartment, a single little room because Woolf was right, it’s a tenant of feminism with which I…
Nother Sunday holla
Ahhh, so this song which SHOOK me today: Nina Simone radio on Pandora; hula-hooping for no reason other than the hips wanna move; thank love & human hearts this exists; following #dangerousblackkids on Twit; random surfer encounters on the side of PCH followed by unexpectedly rad Valentine’s Day dates; our first trans-dialectic Salon for next…
She stayed.
I hope, with deepest love, that you also know the Mary, Maria, Mir-yam, Guadalupe of wilder heart, of long journeys with a blurred map,of night fires at the far encampment that you know the Old Lady who in the old stories, when nearly all the apostles ran away… She stayed… Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Wild Women Wisdom 