This is not an invitation to ‘good vibes only’. Choosing to actively Love, as a verb, is the hardest work we, as spiritual beings attempting to have a human experience, will ever do. Turning each other into verbal and physical punching bags through jokes, passive aggressive insults, degrading comparatives, volatile threats and reactive headlines is…Read more Love Notes
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Mal Nuit
The smell of the sheets gave her away. She's a stripper. (I love my sisters) Why are we in her bed? There's no where else to sleep. It could hardly be called a bed, though this was sadly, infuriatingly familiar. A mattress pad on the floor of some glorified closet. Had I learned nothing? Had…Read more Mal Nuit
Fire Bird
Swallow the son Shine Your sin is not my shade Fly Ignited alive On paper This trauma mastery is a dime bag of bull shake Holy Shit! For Fox sake Your fragile egos Eat sensationalized lies For breakfast, lunch and Donner Inglorious gluttony Insatiable beasts Running at break neck speed A spectrum of death Walking,…Read more Fire Bird
Drop in the Ocean
Hue manatees See cows? Think you can break my art With horror stories Of motel swine exchanges For ass and cash The please we leave behind paintings, Suicide notes Of still lives Harbors Resentment Rent the price we pay For fear of never becoming who we were destined to be I will be the answer…Read more Drop in the Ocean
Imitating Art
Healing is the process of exchanging one kind of pain for another. Here's to celebrating the pain, warmth, grief and love of the blinding light; birth, death and resurrection. Kyle and I spent the day recreating this painting: "You didn’t understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure. I am essence. I am…Read more Imitating Art
Good Mourning
I used to get so mad at Buddhism and obviously still fight with most of my daily devotions. Buddha and Jesus, just laughing and taking naps while the world is killed to death by assholes and germs. Incidentally, those two things appear to be closely related. Hey guys! What the heck are we supposed to…Read more Good Mourning
Blue
Anyone else plagued by waves of shame and guilt? Like you did something wrong, you’re in big, big trouble but you don’t know what you did and also, you’re not 5 anymore? Yea, me too. It’s normal. One of the many joys of surviving complex trauma is fearing punishment for crimes we didn’t commit. The…Read more Blue
