Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Day 362.

I am a multi-faceted gem, shining from all angles. Any thing, person, or circumstance that portrays me otherwise dims my light, denies my nature. My nature is to shine, and I do so proudly!

Monday, January 30, 2012

Day 361.

In a tube dress because the fever made me so hot today. Being sick always makes me crave partnership, and then I dig a little deeper. Yes, partners have helped me through illness before, but partnership does not guarantee that kind of help. It doesn't guarantee anything, in fact.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Day 355.

I am listening to a couple of the funniest people I know talk shit in the other room right now.

Choice snippet:

"I generally don't like arguing, unless it's like, for academic reasons."

Monday, January 23, 2012

Day 354.

Rollercoaster of a day. Good thing I had these two anchors as part of it. I am held.

Day 353.

Do you ever feel somebody loving you
Through walls and windows,
Thin orange curtains.
Through a bike ride's worth of distance,

Through the first rains
Of the winter that you thought might never come?

(Everything is mutated, after all.)

Friday, January 20, 2012

Day 351.

All sorts of thoughts in that head right there. All sorts. Words come soon.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Day 346.

This is a comfortable longing. I bite into desire, chew on it, tasting it completely before mindfully swallowing. I lean into longing, allow myself to feel it in my limbs, in my belly, in my cunt. It's okay that it hurts sometimes. The pain lets me know I am still here. It's okay that it feels absolutely delicious and sensuous, too. It's like that song that always makes me cry and for some reason I still like to put it on and move slowly around the room. What freedom, being with what is.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Day 345.

I have 20 days to decide whether, after a year of growing, I will shave my head or continue to cultivate. Hm. What to do, what to do.

Input welcome!

Friday, January 13, 2012

Day 344.

The unruly curl makes a comeback, with Taino in the background.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Day 342.

All kindsa shifts and transformations and things. Addicted to the practice of remaining present.

Monday, January 9, 2012

Day 340.

Sometimes the kitchen follows me around, no matter where I go.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Day 338.

For anybody who wonders why I prefer shaving it . . . this is what it looks like, brushed out, pre-shower, after 338 days of growth.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Day 337.

It's like there is a collision that is just about to happen, mere inches from my face.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Day 336.

already the sky is different
hues yet unnamed by human tongues
grace the moments accompanying the comings and goings
of the sun
(a whole star dedicated to our survival.
what generosity!)

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Day 334.

Sick, bored, sad at home alone. So I took this picture so I could "Doom Eyes" my friend Clare via facebook. Now that you've seen it, you're in the game. Every time somebody does this at you and you don't manage to block it, you need to lie down wherever you are. Use this information responsibly, fellow humans.

Really hoping I feel better by tomorrow, as I've got a big deal thing at around 1 pm. In case you read this and it occurs to you, please send me all that good magic stuff right around then. 

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Day 332.

Me with a ponytail.

Still writing. Still all unpublishable. Even for this sloppy blog.

Happy new year!