so this song with these artists rose cousins and royal wood is just so beautiful, I’d have loved to be in that room
And this song is Rose Polenzani, she’s a great poet I like use of language and I feel her soft. I got to serve her coffee once in a bookstore/coffeehouse I was starstruck, I felt I failed at being cool
Hang me out now, out to dry in the summer air blowing me around
I can’t be with another, at least I know that now, solidly and from my gut. I’m open for connection though, my heart is open to the world. And of course my daddy and I still will have our heart to heart.
Things are strong and then they’re gone. It’s okay. I am not so bad as I thought. I’m not good either I just am. I feel. The winter might be long but we have the farm which will save us. Ah to hunker down in a warm cabin with a special someone and a veggie stew going on the stove.. and a fire!! To walk trails in a beautiful forest with a true friend chatting or silent. Possibility, the unknown. All I know is I no longer blow in the wind, I have my heart to come back to always. I forget that I don’t need a man to tell me I exist, I only need to turn inward and feel it. I am there and surprise! so is a very very beautiful world.
What a lovely shower. All I need is mint rosemary conditioner, my black yoga mat, and rain sounds.
Here is Everything I Need by Melissa Ferrick, I saw her live years ago in an intimate setting it was pretty cool
Any Rent fans? Love this song
Higher power Universe LOVE
Feelin these tunes my 15yo son blasted back to back in the car:)
love, love and more love to ourselves and to the world❤️❤️
I’m okay here in my bed. Oh boy when I’m not though I’m really not, but when I am, I am too so.. lol. What in the world is happening in the world?! What is happening in me?? The true journey is the journey within but it is nice to have some social contact:)
Run it into the ground, burn it down to the ground, lay on the ground. When something takes me down to the ground I am pleased. Something is touching and I allow it. All the way down there with the strange fish. With Isha, her super long hair flowing in the water wrapping around me like seaweed SCARY and GLORIOUS. Feel the wet sand, allow the water straight through me like liquid light om the presence. Come into my body let the light burn my hands, my nose. Allow cold, allow pain, allow EMPTINESS and wave the white flag
The most beautiful stuff can come from the most unkempt person. We must not judge. Let us not squash each other! When angry though we can squash other things, willing things. We can be violent if it isn’t hurting someone. And when peace resumes we can write or color or wash our hair with tingly shampoo and mint rosemary conditioner. Dry ourselves off in a fluffy white towel and if there’s a telltale bit of blood well. We have that.
It is the voice within me coming out, just coming out. It doesn’t lose itself around our mother instead it remains the voice that it is. It is what it is, what a horrible phrase, along with cumslut (barf) and coming on my tits (run NOW). I choose to be demeaned in a new and better way! Tell me what I have done wrong in a day. Call me fat (but please actually find me beautiful otherwise do not stop here). Read to me solemnly from the Bible at night when you’re tucking me in. I do not know the Bible and yet I’m highly interested in several bits where the woman wife must submit to the man husband..
This has demolished me and yet I feel light. There is nothing big here and yet I had felt SO HEAVY- I kept just laying on the floor. Pull the words out of my mouth slowly, we can straighten the string later and read them. My friend, it is all perception. What was desperate is now laughable, poof away it goes on a light and airy cloud. Bring what is next I am ready!