I don’t mince words much. Never could. Just end up slicing up everything around me when I try. I do spin plates. Many, many of them. And, they all, always, require immediate attention. I have spent my lifetime, trying to live in a world that wants all of those plates in boxes; craves only sound bites; and, expects death-defying acrobatics. What is a girl to do? I have spent a lifetime making increasingly vain attempts to contort myself into the most uncomfortable forms. Again

You want to know what is fun? Waking up in the morning with streams of thought that lead you to believe you are a brilliant manifestation of CREATION in one moment; and, certain you are a complete and utter waste of space in the next. I am grateful that I have been on this ride so long now that I am much better at finding safe jumping off points. Has anyone ever wondered why every “hero” has a sidekick? And, pretty much every “great man” has had a strong, supportive woman by

All this time behind closed doors Nothing new to see Just all of those things No one wants to look at Sat in stasis Sharing distraction upon distraction Shaping our flat plains of existence Into swept-under-the-carpet mountain ranges Hiding away from the consequences Of our oxymoronic “civilization” The puppeteers of our individual shadow plays Scripted by the fires of our desires As Rome burns dol 04/04/2020 10:40am #selfexploration #humancondition #poetry #Musings

2020 has begun like a whole new lease on life for me. And, I havent watched or listened to “the news” for, literally, decades. So, when this thought struck me on Wednesday, after I had just learned about the fires in Australia, having no clue about the missiles launched by Iran, I had to write it down. Friday, I found out about the misslies and I actually started to post it. But, I wondered if I might just be tempting fate. Today, I woke to the emergency alert about the Picke

As much as nobody wants to hear them, I don’t want to have to tell my stories. However, the way I have managed to stay out of hospital for all but three weeks of my life (and that was 42 years in, oddly enough, save an additional night or two here and there) is to be honest about what I am experiencing. Certainly, when it comes out as spontaneous improv comedy, it at least induces some smiles. However, I find people are generally averse to any emotional expression, buoyant or

Or, the other side of the “fill your own cup” coin. Everything has a flip side. This one has been waiting for me to be functional enough to post. Lol #selfexploration #cathartsis #humancondition #catharsis #Musings #storyteller #wordart #value

Enough said. Happy Toosday! #selfexploration #cathartsis #humancondition #catharsis #Musings #storyteller #wordart #value

I just played through Blackbird, by the Beatles, 3 times in a row. Twice singing. And, yes, tripping a lot along the way. AND, all I could do after was tell myself I sucked. That I am a hack. That I have no discipline… I spent over a year learning that song. And, I know that even being able to trip through it is a feat for many guitarists (Something I will never claim to be. I accompany myself out of necessity.) Yet, I can actually, when in practice, do quite a good job of it

Found myself in the state of a Smashing Pumpkins album Stewing in the extremities of our human condition(s) Our “right” to judge Blindfolded The apple we eat Full of worms #cathartsis #humancondition #Musings #poetry

You spend your life trying to be what others want, certain you are not. And, noone, not even yourself, can value you. You get what you project. #cathartsis #humancondition #catharsis #Musings #storyteller

I tell myself I am better than this And, I want to believe it is true And, I continue to prove myself wrong How do we get so broken How did we let this happen In all our best intentions Their purpose has been lost No ends to seeking means Means seeking never ends #cathartsis #poetry #Musings #storyteller #wordart