It is long past time to structure our human activities around the naturally fluctuating cycles and rhythms of women and nature.
Rows of roses line the windows Fill my eyes with fushia life But I can't smell a thing It's winter and all I have are pictures It's summer in my room but the air is still stale I can only recreate and rearrange so many ways This is the best that I can do A … Continue reading let me smell the roses
I have this habit of sorta sabatoging myself all the time. I'm starting to wonder if I fell into this recent pit of depression for the sole purpose of blogging. Scratch that. That makes no sense. Either way, I've fallen into this pit and I'm not sure how to get out at the moment and … Continue reading when the grass is light