miresistencia

Prayer, for Lunar Imbolc under Brigid’s Moon

And oh, to tend the quiet of winter , to tend the fire in my heart that so dim reminds me now: I’ve not gone out. To tend as well my precious hearth, my sacred home, as within so without, to ask, to sit in, what makes this space feel safe? This week…

Myth

There will Come a day When looking back I’ll say I recall Want For a Studious Life such as this. Here now it’s so well- Lived.

Haze sun in the canyon

…I walk in to the room dripping in gold…

This song…

for morning dance party’s meant to avoid writing papers

She moves on.

There are certain things I never, ever do. ~ I never write about him on here. Or, I never write about our love. ~ There’s no proof of us now. ~ Unless you know where to look. Two busted computers, saved for the hard drives. A tupperware box big as a bathtub, in a jewelry…

The 5 for freedom, PCH for peace

There is no homesick lost as the want for a good steak and cheese. It is January, California-mild, the way the smell of grease sits in the back of the throat hits me for no reason as a body sense, makes me think, damn, back there they must be cold. There are no delis here,…

The Belle Jar

To end my night of writing, of peaking and sighing with the tides of me and the never-grey grey today outside my window California sky, there is this…which runs in me like a holy scroll of eternal-law-divine for writing, for poetry, for psyche, for soul…Meaning here, here the reason I do all of it, bc…

Beck got them blues

Kasha and blackberries, depth psych talk & coffee shops, this new song by Beck for my morning writing psyche-warm-up, and the east coast under snow siege speaks to me as landsoul does, thru Poetry…yummm

Stevie Wonder…

…on Pandora, this thought about a Buddhist application of feminism (complete with an imagistic embodiment found in a Russian Punk Rkr cartoon…)long journaling by my newly silk-scarved alter this morning, goddess cards, Mother Moon Monastery and their guerilla food kitchen and permaculture project, and the fabulous I-Cannot-Say-This-Enough power of whimsy and imagination, tough funk & total…