In the middle of the night we think daring thoughts, unless mind-dulled and fraught from darktime bedtime haunts we have learned to numb. It was past 1 am at the Tavern and this place is basement punkrunk as HB or Long Beach ever was or could hope to be. Randolph was on the drums and…
Author: miresistencia
salted sun forest dew deep roots. De la luna~
It is the full moon of December
There are one million different things to tell you about. My father’s camouflaged pajama pants, the pink-flush color my cousin Pat’s face turns when he is happy and his eyes are lit by music and alcohol. The cut of my cousin Collin’s jaw, a primary angle that only models and men in the second and…
Iconic Voices: Brianne Chavez and Conscious Sexuality
Today begins a new feature on Wild Women Wisdom. Inspired by Seattle street artist Kristina Cyr and her Iconic Women series, I now present Iconic Voices. Iconic Voices will be a periodic feature of different guest writers. In homage to Kristina, these guest writers all uniquely embody the “right to living the kind of life…
The Depth Psychology & Women’s Mysteries of Halloween
It was All Saint’s Day and Day of the Dead yesterday, All Soul’s Day today, New Moon tonight or Lunar Samhain. I put a quote on WWW’s FB page out of a book called “The Herbal Lore of Wise Women and Wortcunners”. The etymology of the word wortcunner basically means root-knower. The quote was about…
Menstrual Huts may save the world
The sentiments of the following are the entire reason I started Wild Women Wisdom. Rob Brezny is such a huge inspiration….this is taken from his Moon Lodge thoughts he shared on Facebook today… Here’s an excerpt of a letter I wrote to America’s richest woman, Oprah Winfrey. “Dear Oprah,” I began. “Please buy up all…
Celtic New Year and Mercury Retrograde
And I know Psyche exists because somehow my heart is always pumping more, working harder, making more connections in that putty, pushy way of tender swell and preening after I have been to Oregon. Telling me that my subconscious is much like the green-grey wilderness as it ever is the sun, how it pushes forward…
Dream of back then
In Newport I sleep in Beth’s basement which is actually her garage, which has no electric and no heat. The sleeping bag is arctic and keeps me warm and the couch down there is the one I slept so well on the fall I came up from Humboldt for Thanksgiving. So I look forward to…
Emotional Embodiment
Here is my latest post on Dandelion Moms, on embodying the feminine in psychotherapy…
Oregon, on the edge
I woke up wanting to write, which is the effect of Oregon grey on me. It sits on my skin with the whale spit in the fog, stirs my blood with long armed wrinkled fists of driftwood splayed out on a frothing coast. All I knew when I flew in to Portland was physical: my…
Goodnight
Goodnight I say to the owner. Goodnight, goodnight. Goodnight goodnight goodnight. First it is me, then him back to me in his accent that I am sure is Telugu not Hindi, but what do I know I’ve never been to India, then it is the Persian man then the white lady folding the comforter, the…
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