What this means to me : I hope that it means that some where, in this great big world, a child won’t be violated tonight…because someone talked to a parent, a trusted adult, a mental health professional, a trusted member of law enforcement, a dear friend, and told them what had happened. And that the […]Read Post ›
I have been reminded of God’s Love for me. I commemorated the Memorial of Jesus Last meal with his apostles on Friday. At Sundown, with my fellow worshipers’ of Jehovah, we gathered at sunset and did just as Jesus commanded his followers to do: passing first the unleavened bread, then the wine . The ceremony, […]Read Post ›
Cant wake up. I feel like I am sick inside, hot and cold, sticky and uncomfortable one minute , all dry and freezing the next. I feel like I’m going thru withdrawals, and twitchy, jerky-but from what?!? I feel that it is the Benign Paroxysmal Positional Vertigo that I have endured since a series of […]Read Post ›
I did something today that has me all twisted up inside like it just happened…And I thought I was SO far Over It, So Healed, So Strong, So SMART. All the years and years and years of therapy, and here I am again. Bruised, tattered, and lying on the cold floor of a dark green tent, somewhere […]Read Post ›
a quick post to let you know my efforts to make a living as an artist are coming along! I am brave now, and am actively working hard at honing my abilities!
I have a post in the works, but I wanted to let anyone out there know that I am not depressed today! Still kickin’ just not too high!
As I sit here in my tiny home, a little chilled on this December night, I am filled with gratitude. That I was brave enough to write all the posts I have written here on this blog, over the past years. I was feeling very old tonight, and very “stuck” in my Bipolar mind, immobilized […]Read Post ›
It has been AGES since I have been here, it seems that when I am on fire with my visual art , my written art suffers. Time is a factor, when I have 5 projects going at once, the voices in my head are rather subdued, because all the poetry is oozing out of my […]Read Post ›
Run, full out, for half a mile. Sleep, for eight hours and awaken, refreshed. Look intently into my true love’s eyes. Spend a whole day free of pain. Hear the ocean’s crashing waves outside my bedroom door. Write a piece of poetry to make a reader cry. Touch someone.
I am here again, on lock down of my own making. Wanting the isolation while longing for company. I feel unsure, unsteady, and oh, so tired. The dialogue inside my head has slowed, and the gist of it is dire, down and miserable. I hate myself like this, and that adds to my misery because […]Read Post ›
