Stories

Waves of story – that is an emotional life… trauma informed you have to mentally be still, learn to see the busyness in your body, in your mind, practice often, even though it isn’t fair you were born into a god damned patriarchal, capitalistic, racist, classist, sexist, homophobic society that favors my white Latina skin,Continue reading “Stories”

The Human Condition

Alone in my head how did this happen again? Afraid of myself more than anyone else afraid of my mind’s tricks like the devil part of me runs, part of me nourishes.   External realities versus internal dimensionality my vulnerability got me everything good and everything bad trust my mind– it is strong, then flies outContinue reading “The Human Condition”

The First Day

The day I sat and looked in the mirror I stared: I was looking at me.   But it was not me that I saw.   My pupils rounded, black trench coats preparing for summer rain my skin relaxed after the ebb and flow of the day I dared not move for there I swearContinue reading “The First Day”

My Mind

At times, I feel nervous– nervous that it is stronger than me. * It can make any situation into a problem, labeling itself a “worry wart” (and who would ever want to be a wart?) this is my fear: * It will change my relationships it will tarnish my career it will make all the beautyContinue reading “My Mind”

Come Meet Me

Come meet me, and all the other voices that live inside your head. …… I am no more. ….. You will listen and listen and listen but you will create no more. …. You can write about fear You can look at it straight in the face … Your ability to heal is profound. ..Continue reading “Come Meet Me”

Washing Off Fear

Things that scare me: too much movement, not enough time, students failing classes, children falling in line to a code of conduct the state tends to copy from one generation to the next– why can’t they provide bandaids instead for the multitude of broken hearts and wings clipped off before they got to fly, myContinue reading “Washing Off Fear”

Acceptance

When acceptance becomes the word I must cling to like a newborn to a mother why couldn’t mine have taught me sooner?   Waters flow like nothing has changed yet Sun and Moon promise a new dawn will emerge if I let it– they let me feel because they have never felt themselves.   ItContinue reading “Acceptance”

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