the art of life is in the remembering. in reweaving the tapestry of your own possibility what golden threads are tugging at your heart strings. what truly gets you juicy?
I am too exhausted to write all the things I want to say. But this is clear and true and real and here and happening right now: there is far too much pain in the world.
On Monday my godfather said I was one of those people who was in relationship with the Universe.
A nice way of saying “perpetually single” I suppose.
Single is pretty sweet,
until it’s not.
It is not without its polarities.
I’ve always known I am a
One who can walk between worlds.
Tonight the sisterhood gathered...