monday, april 15th, 2019 :: waxing moon how our hands hold dream how we are making dreams when we cook love, for our beloved, with our hands when we cook yams, and beets, and greens and how this gives us our hands back to us how we fall in love with experience how we handle, tangle, and disturb even the outsides of what we want i am in so much pain i am in so much physical pain today and i am breathing with it and then pausing to weep the weeping comes out of my body sometimes sometimes the weeping does not stop sometimes i wonder how much longer i will be grieving my mothers grief how can i make separate her grief from mine? when really, it is a line of beckoning hands showing me their scars and how can i say no? how can i say no to my own kin? i can . i can say no. because i love myself, because i care for myself and my life and my dreams mo
this blog is a place for feelings, it is a place for critical thought, for wonder wandering through curiosity and uncertainty. for dreams, for tracking, for documenting my life as a queer, white, ancestrally slavic, welsh, and english, genderfluid, pagan, highly sensitive, psychic, hearing, heartfelt, tender, human being. based in turtle island. currently occupying duwamish territory.