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I NO LONGER FEAR MYSELF (poem)

there was a time when I was younger i would look into the mirror trying to remember, forgetting myself night day dizzily masquerading within around me until I crept deep inside hiding swiftly worried and fretful about my own thoughts acknowledging my differences fearing neglect but worst that outcast loss– splitting myself I trudged ungracefully, smiling always smiling inwardly imploding this nebulous dark star retreating not willing to face myself undesiring of feeling numbly shrouded in black no one comes in and nothing escapes this severe lack but belief of control and yet the sun shone brightly upon me still the moon ripped me up and in this light glowing transparent I fought to hold onto all I should have let go long ago until I surrendered bowing down to the Divine releasing my supposed flaws allowing my past to be a lesson and i learned what we all know before birth to love love thyself and love all others true there is no greater lesson love is all there is love is all that …

PMS

**Brief pause for whatever jokes/judgments to ensue** And now, ahem, fuck you if you said or thought something rude! (And sorry to my Mom and Grandma who may follow my blog..) PMS, also known as premenstrual syndrome, is the bane of many women’s existences. Symptoms range anywhere from: feeling bloated and lethargic to fatigue to depression and/or anxiety. Then there are the more physical symptoms of intense abdominal pain, headaches, dizziness, and the sensation of feeling your life being drained on the regular, among others! It’s a BLAST! Truly. What a gift. The PMS Monster – A Comic by Gurl And yet, no one really talks about PMS in a serious tone. There are either flagrant obnoxious jokes spewed by men who have NO IDEA how hellish PMS is or it’s discussed in hushed sleepover tones amongst female friends. There’s also the obnoxious as hell tampon and pad advertisements that make me want to gauge out my eyes Oedipus style. Aren’t they always on several times when you’re watching TV with your family or significant …

UTTERLY CHANGED

           , into the forest one way, come out another; changed – guided by sandled feet spirit led me to an opening a familiar clearing sacred space and so I walked/ran down the manmade path within this feminine body in a way utterly known.   at a point bugs whispering one ear to the next stooping, breathing, unshodding shoes leaving keys, and the green behind, barefoot I sauntered stepping hollowed ground.   my feet shooting into the Earth, rooted and lithe I AM HERE each moment moving deeper shedding my former self embracing this new ME within US.   hawks call and soar unseen presence witnessing transforming their screech rises inside me call-response my cells alight as my spirit soars.   following moss to see tall trees and pine visions from my dreams manifesting as the forest gives and takes blood for wisdom our connection runs deeper as my heart pulsates OUR CORE HEALING HOT.   guided by angels, guides, animals, spirit intuition balancing across fallen trees STAND STRONG supported by nature’s hewned walking sticks …

A little secret…

I’m gonna fill you in on a not so secret secret. It sucks to be a woman in the workplace. Actually, sometimes it sucks to be a woman in general. When I was younger I used to sometimes wish I were a boy, not in a transgender way but in a “life would be so much easier if I had a penis” kind of way. Recently, this dude Bryce from the Daily Banter wrote a great piece about his similarly drawn conclusions: “Dear Men: This Is Why Women Have Every Right To Be Disgusted With Us” One of the most blatant statements read as follows: “I don’t know how they handle it. I’ve come to actively realize what I passively have semi-understood for years: Women have to deal with something — at best it’s a polite glance, at worst it’s a possible rape threat — at almost all times when it comes to dealing with men. And I don’t think most men even realize this.” Truth is, we don’t really handle it because we often …

Pros and Cons, yo!

There is a distinct balance to everything — positives and negatives. I recalled the pro/con list concept today after catching an episode of Gilmore Girls. It’s about 12:44 am where I’m at and I’m wide awake. In the past few hours I’ve: donated to Poetry on the T and thanks to that I will have the opportunity to meet and learn from one of my new favorite poets Lloyd Schwartz – check out one of my favorite pieces of his: A True Poem become a member of the Mass Audubon Society — and so has my brother thanks to a belated graduation present from me 😛 applied to a couple of part-time jobs to support my new(er) yogic lifestyle. contemplated the meaning of life and realized there is an inherent juxtaposition between, well, everything Specifically, in the here and now, I recognize that there are two different types of insomnia: good insomnia and bad insomnia. Good insomnia involves insane productivity for mine and possibly others’ highest and best. Bad insomnia entails a downward shame spiral …

June is Healing Month — for me

So, I’ve decided this month is all about self-healing. As a sensitive human being, yoga instructor, and reiki practitioner I’ve come to understand the need for self-healing and love more and more. It’s one of the most important things about being human. As someone who is very empathic it was far too easy for me to give myself and my power away to others. I thought I was helping people, and perhaps I often was, but I was truly draining myself too often. It might sound selfish, but taking care of yourself has to be an utmost priority. This is in fact a selfless act, because taking really good care of yourself will provide you with the ability and energy to assist others more! Every body wins!! So, that’s my goal this June: to allow myself to heal and be gentle with myself. To do this I plan on doing the following things: -writing at least 2 hours daily -practicing at least one hour of yoga for myself -meditating at least 20 minutes daily -reiki …

Being Sensitive

I used to *HATE* when people would call me “sensitive”, or better yet too sensitive. That just felt like the way I was and it always felt like something I couldn’t help but be. For a highly social and sociable kid I was already a writer and bookworm in elementary school. I was always feeling, always worried about the kids getting picked on in school, always watching or reading scenes on TV and in books — and then feeling them so deeply within me. On more than one occasion my mom would have to tell me “it’s just a movie,” … even to this day. And I learned to hate how I felt, in a way, I learned to be ashamed of how I perceived the world around me. And in a way I learned how to be “tough” aka wear a mask. It wasn’t until fairly recently that I realized what a beautiful gift it was to be sensitive and how truly brave it is to wear your heart on your sleeve. How amazingly …