hippie mama, single by choice, queer, activist, lactavist, intactivist, buddhist, immigrant, culinary artist
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
trying not to be ripped open...
I have a lot to talk about. A lot I need to get out and put down and let go.
I am getting close to being ready. It is bubbling up.
I read iamvulnerable or Eden and it just clicks how necessary it is for me.
But...
not yet.
I am simply too tired to spend that much energy crying and typing all I so desperately need to.
It will come soon. I have no choice.
You see this is really my only outlet anymore.
At least for now. And I am trying to reconcile that too. But more on that later.
More on so much...
more.
So...
For now I leave you a song that just crawls into my core and moves me to my bones. That just makes me feel so much when maybe I do not want to feel what is right there shoving to get out. This song lets me feel and cry and not lose it completely.
Like the valve on a pressure cooker, it just lets a little steam out so I don't burst.
I fucking love this song.
I am getting close to being ready. It is bubbling up.
I read iamvulnerable or Eden and it just clicks how necessary it is for me.
But...
not yet.
I am simply too tired to spend that much energy crying and typing all I so desperately need to.
It will come soon. I have no choice.
You see this is really my only outlet anymore.
At least for now. And I am trying to reconcile that too. But more on that later.
More on so much...
more.
So...
For now I leave you a song that just crawls into my core and moves me to my bones. That just makes me feel so much when maybe I do not want to feel what is right there shoving to get out. This song lets me feel and cry and not lose it completely.
Like the valve on a pressure cooker, it just lets a little steam out so I don't burst.
I fucking love this song.
Monday, March 14, 2011
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