August 2010
6 posts
everybodys changing and i don't feel the same...
growing up is such a messy thing. i just got off the phone with my father, and for a second now, am just realizing this new phase of my life i am in. i have officially moved, for the first time, entirely on my own. to a place of my choosing, with little or no input from my parents. pursuing an education i am choosing, completely. trying to figure out what i really like, what i want to do,...
“When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego, when we escape like squirrels...”
– - D.H. Lawerence, author, poet, playwright.
being a woman is a natural act
an everyday impulse
that gives you direction
and you must follow
where it may go
always
with its beauty
and unsteadiness
with passion
in the day to do
a personal will
to want. to feel. to live
with the sun
until the end
“when faced with a crisis situation, make a list of available alternatives and...”
reflections of a chicago skyline
I grabbed my Ziploc bag of roses, saved, preserved for god knows what anymore, maybe for a smell, maybe for hope, maybe for a reminder that my soul too will dry up like a rose if I clip it from its roots and let it feast inside walls. I placed it in my purse with some sage and the India prayer beads I felt okay buying because I was wearing linen and I still had my third eye so I knew...
