November feels: I fucking HATE our modern society. I HATE IT. Everything is completely unsustainable and utterly dysfunctional, and instead of blaming these corrupt systems, we have the tragic audacity to blame each other and even ourselves! You and I are merely pawns in a game played and rigged by the elite few in power. … Continue reading The Power of Grief
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Life is Risk
This summer I've been doing a lot of gardening. I've bought lots of flowers and planted lots of seeds, and not all of these flowers and seeds have made it. Some seeds spring up easily, while others refuse to sprout. Children and animals have knocked over some of my planters, losing soil and seed. Our … Continue reading Life is Risk
the pains of the past
Do the pains of the past ever stop hurting? Does one ever "get over" anything? Is there a way to process something to where it never again rises up and seeks to destroy you? I go through this process every cycle and now it's just starting to feel like torture. Because it's the same old … Continue reading the pains of the past
Death, the Comforter
Last spring I had an interesting encounter with Death. Ok, not actual death, but a personification of death. I'll skip the fun details as to how it began. What eventually happened is that I had a writing conversation with some aspect of myself that identified as Death personified. We had a good chat about some … Continue reading Death, the Comforter
The Therapeutic Value of Art and Music
This morning I learned that Eric Church, a musician I respect and admire, was a headlining act of the Route 91 Harvest Festival in Las Vegas, where over 50 people were killed and over 500 were injured during a mass shooting early this week. Eric Church wrote a song afterwards with haunting lyrics asking, "Why … Continue reading The Therapeutic Value of Art and Music
grace in the night 