Brain stem, limbic system, prefrontal cortex. Babies, tweens, grown-ups. The Dark Ages, The Middle Ages...The Dark Ages again? World Peace. Evolution is a parallel developmental process. For instance, the US is kind of like a screaming infant with an absent, abusive parent. We play hunger games, trample each other for toys and call 911 when…Read more Keep Swimming
equality
Who Came First
Fighting over the global garbage can Shell it out, fish, dish, take it Poke Yolk splattered on cosmic ground The Gods Spilled gut seeds in a violent explosion Big Bang Get More for your buck Don't bother fighting back, get more Than you ever bargained for F@&! me like you hate me Bending over backwords…Read more Who Came First
How I Didn’t End Up on Food Stamps
A twenty something vegan blogger posted a video called Food Stamps to Six Figures in One Year. If YouTube had been a thing when I was 15 I would've grabbed a notebook and watched it with high hopes. As a grown woman who found her way out organically I pressed play with objective curiosity and…Read more How I Didn’t End Up on Food Stamps
Telling Stories
“Balanced emotions are crucial to intuitive decision making.”-Michael Eisner “There's a saying in Neverland that every time you breathe, a grown-up dies.” -J.M Barrie Peter Pan If the media told the story of the human experience through a trauma-informed lens could it lead to world peace? Yes. According to headlines women are either selfish hags, whores, damsels in distress,…Read more Telling Stories
Forty
Aches and a universal rule Perpetual acceptance The welcome mat across the threshold of the universe Greeting, meeting each new day with a yes and know Grace, like the unconditional love from a dog, a god whose perrienial acceptance, freshly joins us in each new moment You're here! You're here! Be here now with me…Read more Forty
Joy De’spite
Jaune ballon In spite of me Crooked crook Being Disjointed joined the day Seized in confining Paralysis A permanently paused life We wanted to count two Beyond limitations To taste life, like you To touch life, like you Walking, talking, living Free The unintended rebellion Jaune ballon Perched on the warm breeze towards a heaven…Read more Joy De’spite
Balancé
Waltz, two three Balancé Between extreme polarities Screaming right and wrong A little of this or that A soundless, graceful shift from here to there Set to ancient music Disturbed By condemnation of discernment The I in ignorance Fearing to lose that which cannot be lost Temporally misplaced Where have I put them? Where could…Read more Balancé
Hideaway Inn
If the Social Contract were a song it might be Hotel California; you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave. The theme has strung itself through several nights of sleeping stories for months or maybe longer. Last nights motel room had two exits protecting a tired truth in a locked cabinet under…Read more Hideaway Inn
Me Too
Can't stop researching this week. Since I have to work at a tolerably distressing day job (for which I'm humbly grateful) there never seems to be enough time to finish complete, well rounded thoughts, let alone write whole posts. But this one's persistent. I'm obeying the voices, sitting in my car in front of the…Read more Me Too
Born in Providence 