Reflect, for a moment, if you will, on your ever-evolving summit… For, you have climbed this climb several times…
You are climbing to the top of the mountain and you know you’re almost there. You can taste the sweet satisfaction in the air, you can feel the sinking of your feet syncing with each path they meet. That feeling is everything. And you want to revel in that feeling and live in that feeling and dance with that feeling.
Now you have found your rhythm. Now you’re making love to the exploration of this wild climb, making love to the exploration of yourself. It is then, that the dew drops of elation stream through you like the rivers run wild and free. You feel like you’re right where you’re meant to be. You’re moving forward, you can see the top.
And then, perhaps from out of nowhere, a gust of wind comes and knocks you down to the ground, or swiftly sweeps you off of your feet, depending upon perception, that is. And you find yourself back from whence you came, which is merely upon speculation, you see, you cannot go back to the start in this game. Continue reading “The ever-evolving summit…”
I am a woman who slays the idea and expectation of what you think that is.
I will devour all my desires and let the juices run down my chin.
I am a woman who dances with lions and hunts with wolves.
I am playing with the fire of a thousand plus a thousand suns.
I will strike you down with my blow, and lift you up with my grace.
I am a woman aware of and confident in my strengths.
I am a woman who shows you what you once could not see.
I will show you the darkness of the night so to bestow the light of me.
I am the darkness that lurks in the night.
I am the light creating the day.
I will show you what it’s like to dance with the rapture of ecstasy.
I am ecstasy.
I am everything.
I will reflect bad and good and all that’s in between.
I am a woman covered in mud and dirt yet shining brighter than a silver lining.
I am a woman who surrenders to the pull of the wild and the stream.
I will enjoy my ride and I might try to take you with me.
I am a woman wearing the blood of the moon.
I am on fire and burning brighter than the sun.
I will blind you if you keep the veil over your eyes.
I am a woman who will swallow you whole if it feels right.
I am a woman who can’t be held back and is always three steps ahead.
I will slay the definition of what you think a woman is, and show you a real one instead.
All of our relationships flow with the currents of contrast and connection. The perfection in our communication with one another lies in our contentment with contrast. I don’t so much see this as an issue of communication solely between men and women, I take this as an issue of people communicating with people. This is a practice that we are all learning and perfecting through out our entire lives.
Perhaps we do not climb a consistent ladder to get better and better at our communicating with one another, but perhaps it is more like a roller coaster – up and down. Some days we are the gods and goddesses of getting our point across and our voices heard and our roaring desires and demands met. Some days we are queens of lending an ear and showing compassion. And then there are those other days, where we kind of suck so badly at communicating our feelings, or being open and vulnerable enough to listen to anyone, other than friendly animals. And here’s the thing – that’s OKAY. Continue reading “Dear Janne, here’s the thing about communication…”
The sun sauntered into the starry sky and pulled me from my slumber. I looked into the sea of layered saturations and saw familiar colors, with shades of new. The birds told each other stories, fully aware to their very core that a shift was in the air. A time of harvest was upon us.
The sun rose higher that morning as she controlled the movement of moments, and the heart of the day. She spoke so loud, with a message so clear that the wind charged forth with perhaps an even louder response. And we would spend the day listening to their exchange of wisdoms. Guided by their messages. Continue reading “We are the seasons…”
…Fuck it. Or… Not today. Or no. Or… Whatever the hell you want…
I spent this intriguingly foggy, windy, thundering Cape Cod morning on the phone with the IRS. I enjoy fixing problems in the name of justification or right from wrong. I enjoy that fleeting feeling of Mama Bear-ness, the feeling of the fiery Lioness that I am.
So I found myself standing up to the Internal Revenue bully this morning… Which led to me dealing with an actual bully on the end of that phone call. He provided a challenging phone transaction, (human interaction), to say the least.
The phone call ended with Arthur from the IRS hanging up on me. Right after I pleaded, “Don’t hang up on me… you can’t hang up on me!” Continue reading “Sometimes you just need to throw up your arms and say…”
I open the heavy door and place my bare feet on the heat soaked deck. Wet hair. Hot coffee in my hand that fills me with comfort on a slow Saturday morning. The breeze blows above me, speaking to me, but barely touching me. I hear nothing in this moment but the voice of the wind and the songs of the birds.
No sleep. A jet pack full of Misty Bright energy. I long to be on the scene always. My soul and spirit belong in the warm days with my hair down… my arms flailing freely… my bare feet making the guided decisions… my heart beating to the rhythm of the loud music and the energies of all of the people around me. I want to be always shining bright. Continue reading “Journal pages from July 2016…”