miresistencia

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…

The road map you don’t know you’re following

I left Derynne’s this morning before her or the kids were up. Everything in my blood was curling towards the sea, and it was painful driving in the direction of the blue balm on the horizon with that only-in-the-morning-is-it-this-color sheen. Catalina was painted over in pink. It was hard to leave because that’s where my…

There it goes again

There is something so tender in wind. A leaf scrapes on the cement I hear it through the screen & this is winter, Laguna Canyon, time of earth begging to be heard.

Conscious Apocalypse

This man’s visionary thinking is about re-imagining our world. Take the time to soak in this.

Dance medicine

I do a lot of dancing. ALOT. Tuesday is my writing day and, in union with my needs and loves of the past several days I had the music on as soon as my morning practice was done. I’m saying, like coming out of my phone before I even climbed down out of the loft….