I’ve been traveling now for two months and it feels a lot more like six. It’s exhausting business and traveling has allowed me to notice some behavioral issues I am having. It’s frustrating, I notice myself when I continue falling upon patterns that ensure some kind of disaster. Does it take a while before that … Continue reading Traveling across the USA and waking up in the Pacific Northwest
I never knew that Portland was the city of roses until I got here. The sweet aroma swallowed me as I walked through the Northeast Portland neighborhoods. My partner and I were headed toward one of the many available coffee shops. After driving over 3,000 miles to get here, I was excited. So ready to … Continue reading Tragic Heroes of Portland: 53-year-old Ricky John Best and 23-year-old Taliesin Myrddin Namkai Meche-
Portland, Oregon is 3,051 miles away from my current location in Florida. That is equivalent to 46 hours of driving. When I wake up on Wednesday morning, I’ll be sure to apologize to my car for the mileage and extra luggage. My journey to the West coast will finally begin. I cannot wait to stop … Continue reading A long drive and a fresh tattoo
Experience of the aunt of a micropreemie in Florida.
Today sunny and there is a nice gulf breeze constantly kissing my cheek in Tarpon Springs. The time is fifteen minutes past 11:00am and the whirring of construction is nearby and in full swing. Flowers have begun to uncurl and birds and playing along the power lines. Across the Tampa Bay area, thousands of women … Continue reading Political Depression – Who knew we would be here?
Central Florida Artist returning to a blog after a six month hiatus
My home is rotten, my home is a tin can. My home is also where my heart is. It takes at least 3 generations to break a family out of the poverty line. Something like that, I recall during one of my recent late night “reading” or “scrolling through my phone in the dark” sessions. … Continue reading I own this terrible home / this terrible home owns me.
You. You are just standing there, and you feel weak. There are loud noise around you in echoes because you don’t want to feel the loneliness of quiet. Not today. It is abrasive and sounds like the banging of trashcans in the rain. Head hurts. Heart hurts. Eyes are dried open. No coffee today, just watching … Continue reading feel weak
“The nasty parts of things are important to keep in mind in order to better appreciate the beautiful.” At least that is what I have been telling myself every time I pull up into this mass of trash pouring out of the front porch, like some sort of a monster just waiting to suck up … Continue reading earth-ship baby on the trash mountain
In this pretty art room, watching my cat roll around in a mess of off-white blankets and listening to Vashti Bunyan sing about feeling shy and I am looking back on the last 2 days, and the last 3 months that led to it. I learned a lot of lessons, I think we all did. … Continue reading figuring out emotions