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i feel

i feel too much, too deeply.  sometimes words spoken feel like pin pricks or sharp needle burns...  they sting long after the wound has set in.  it is jarring to experience such a sensation after being numb to it for so long.  



For a moment,
I could see through my own skin...



Happiness is berries in your heaven.



“Love proves itself by deeds, so how am I to show my love?  Great deeds are forbidden me.  The only way I can prove my love is by scattering flowers, and these flowers are every little sacrifice, every glance and word, and the doing of the least actions for love.”

—   St. Therese of the Little Flower



Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered.


" Was that a dream of

Was that a dream of you, my love?
Sometimes when sleep eludes me, I toss and turn with thoughts of you and shiver the whole night through.  Trace the insides of my thighs with stars as you kiss me goodnight.  Feel my I love yous in your bones.  That's the kind of love I crave; the spell where I can feel you aching for me.  I'm good at making you dream.  

She was in a strange way, mine.

"I saw a lantern faraway and moving out of the piney woods. The lantern came down a road and then crossed over bridges and went through watermelon patches and stopped sometimes by the road, first this road and then that road.

I knew who the lantern belonged to. It was in the hand of a girl. I had seen her many times before walking at night, over the years.

But I had never seen the girl up close and I didn’t know who she was. I knew she was sort of like me. Sometimes she had trouble sleeping at night.

It always comforted me when I saw her out there. I had never tried to find out who she was by going after her or even telling anyone about seeing her at night.

She was in a strange way mine and it comforted me to see her. I thought she was very pretty, but I didn’t know what color hair she had."

--Richard Brautigan, The Girl with the Lantern

photograph by Andrew P. Gibson 



... Not as beautiful as you, my love.


And so,

all experiences, regardless of their origin, are opportunities for growth.  Everything that we face in this life is for the blossoming and betterment of our Self.

Blood Moon Eclipse/3 Shadow Selves

Blood Supermoon/Lunar Eclipse in Aries during the evening of September 27 to the early morning of September 28 is the final of the 'rare' tetrad configuration to glimpse the heavens over the course of the 21st century.

Dark passions will be stirring as the shadow of the earth moves across the face of the moon, eclipsing the light and turning the moon a deep shade of crimson.  Full moons are typically a beneficial time for reflection, causing us to become aware of our hidden subconscious 'shadow' selves.  During a lunar eclipse, these feelings and beliefs will exorcise themselves unconsciously...  We will undoubtedly experience an influx of darker stirrings and precognitions, both in our waking and dream life.  

Instead of suppressing the mysterious aspects of our inner selves, embrace them with an open and fearless heart...  It is time to abandon all fears as we integrate our quiet inner transformations with those of our current realities.   

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Les Diaconesses du saint-office by Felix Labisse, 1973

' be hole, be dust, be dream, be wind
be night, be dark, be wish, be mind
now slip, now slide, now move unseen
above, beneath, betwixt, between '

- Neil Gaimen, The Graveyard Book

''A sorceress is a woman who emerges from deep within herself. She is a woman who has honestly explored her light and learned to celebrate her darkness.  She is a woman who is able to fall in love with the miraculous possibilities of her power.''


h o m e i s w h e r e v e r y o u a r e

I've learned that moving forward victoriously means joining your past with the future that lies in front of you.



"Walk in my shoes"



a change of speed, a change of style.
a change of scene, with no regrets,
a chance to watch, admire the distance,
still occupied, though you forget.
different colours, different shades,
over each mistakes were made.
i took the blame.
directionless so plain to see,
a loaded gun won't set you free.
so you say.
we'll share a drink and step outside,
an angry voice and one who cried,
'we'll give you everything and more,
the strain's too much, can't take much more.'
i've walked on water, run through fire,
can't seem to feel it anymore.
it was me, waiting for me,
hoping for something more,
me, seeing me this time,
hoping for something else.


'Monday Morning Exhale' by Discorat



'I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms, but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.'
--Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII

Capture by Jeffrey Thomas


If I only lived 
to see one more 
this would be
the morning 
to see.


Do you realize

how little of this matters 



your hands on my body
my body in your hands





Spider's eyes

From my earliest childhood, the first woman’s eyes I encountered conveyed the same uncontrollable anguish spiders cause me… This is why I very soon divided myself into two halves.” 
— Unica Zürn, Gesamtausgabe


she breathes

'The Maze, She Breathes' by Jaime Zollars

"...It seems like an awful lot of trouble, to go through all of this just to have an inkling of who you are.  But I suppose that it is all meaningful and important somehow, somewhere deep inside of you.  And the beautiful thing is, when you are finished remembering, when you are finished crying, you just walk in here, and let the water wash all your tears away."



Oh, it is lovely
how lovely to know
you are watched over,
you are loved,
no matter what.


“I've never fooled anyone.  I've let people fool themselves.  They didn't bother to find out who and what I was.  Instead they would invent a character for me.  I wouldn't argue with them.  They were obviously loving somebody I wasn't.”
--Norma Jeane


Words and explanations can take us to the door, but if we are to enter, experience, and benefit from the vast reservoir of energy that is available to us, words and explanations must be left outside.  In many ways this is the original instruction book for the rituals that allow us access to this boundless energy.  Learn it, work on it, and when you are finally able to leave the words at the door and experience it, you will have found your path home."
-- Philip J. Neimark, The Way of the Orisa


My love is honey tongue.

My love is honey tongue.

Dandelion wine in a pitcher.

Thirsty love. 

My love licks it’s fingers

before it has even fed.

My love is peach juice 

dripping down the neck.

Too much sugar love.

Cavity love. Toothache,

tummy ache love.

Soft hands holding the

jaw open love.

Summer love. Sticky sweet,

sticky sweat love.

My love can’t ride a bike.

My love walks everywhere.

Wanders through the river.

Feeds the fish, skips the stones.

Barefoot love.

My love stretches itself out on

the grass, kisses a nectarine.

My love is never waiting.

My love is a traveller,

a fruit-eater, a holder.

My love is alive. Warm.

It lives.

It breathes.


Caitlyn Siehl, Warm after “Love, Gravity, and Other Forces” by Anita Ofokansi



I cannot begin to describe the relief.  You make my whole body hum with a heavy sweetness.


We must die to one life before we can enter another.

"All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy;
for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves;
we must die to one life before we can enter another."


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