Sometimes life’s path isnt about becoming anything… Sometimes its about unbecoming everything… So we can become who we are truly meant to be..

the day is long, the day is hard, the day is cold I try so hard to stay on the path of warmth and light But there is another presence I feel along side me It keeps me away from any light of hope or strength but then I feel you, I feel the warmth…

A grateful lesbian heart . I made my first live show on July 3 because I was off from work to celebrate the Fourth of July holiday. It has been a holiday ever sense. I’m 4 weeks in today and i am getting healed. This tribe has so many light workers for sure. I’m finding…

the grit of the undertow when you hit the biggest wave- you are not capable of, never prepared for -to be dragged under– ripped open by forces unseen last night I skipped the hillbilly heroin 25 milligrams of seroquel prescribed by Dr. I don’t remember his name— Too many now to count I am tired…

MAY I KNOW WHAT IT IS TO TRULY LOVE MYSELF THROUGH SOMEONE ELSES EYES AS MUCH AS I LOVE MYSELF WHILE I SPEAK WITH THIS TONGUE AND LIVE IN THIS BODY AND SEE WITH THESE EYES.AMEN

She gets it. She gets the hallowed places of their hearts, the pain, the whispers,the imprints of fear as the coffee is poured into chipped tea cups on the hearth She sees the fire burning in the pen, sheets of desire, flung crumpled in the bin Circular women around taking up each others’ cadences,holding each…

The dulcet tones of approaching thunder— the darkening sky and lingering reverberations. They grow more intense after each flash of light as it advances. Another earth-shaking strike and my heartbeat quickens. I’m rapt with fervent anticipation. Finally, the heavens open. At first, there’s a sporadic, slow rhythmic beat against the ground. This quickly escalates into…

SOME OF THEM WERE BROTHERS SOME OF THEM WERE SONS SOME OF THEM WERE LOVERS AND I MET MOST OF THEM SOUNDS PRESSED MY EARS SOUNDS MADE ME BLIND AND IT WAS ALL YOUR DENIAL SO, I LIVE TO DENY SOME OF THE SAND CAME FROM THIS LAND SOME OF THE MOUNTAINS CAME FROM ALL…

I cannot join the tribe tonight, my internet is low. I hope to watch it back tomorrow, and catch up with your show. It’s just a little thankyou, it’s gratitude I feel. The love and solidarity, its helping me to heal. For not only have I a broken arm, I’m single, but not alone. I…

Made a visit to my hometown The place where so much anxiety has piled up As if it for years was glued to my skeleton The place where shame became part of my DNA And nearly destroyed me The place where loneliness grew into my veins Creating a flood of pain The place where the…