Create something.

Mar 09

I definitely needed a pep talk.

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Let it refill at night, from the springs that fed it.

Jan 21

Let those words pass through delicate lips and gentle fingers with a fiery passion for every experience. But don’t empty that well, he said. Stop when there is still something left in the deepest part.

And I suppose like Marilyn Monroe says, as permanently inked just below my heart and slightly to the left, “I restore myself when I’m alone”.

Marilyn Monroe Writing, 1953

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All my windows are broken, but I can stand on glass all day long.

Oct 25

And I’m stuck up in this storm like a little girl hurt by the big bad world. I’m boarding up the windows. Until the next time the wind blows, because that sneaky tornado has a funny way of drawing me straight back into the gale.

If I could only find a note to make you understand, I’d sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hands. The noise in my head, the curse of the talented, strong communicator – vagabond.

That’s alright because I like the way it hurts.

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Fill in the holes, finish that painting, girl.

Jul 18

Clinical psychology tells us arguably that trauma is the ultimate killer. Memories are not recycled like atoms and particles in quantum physics – they can be lost forever.

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Someday I will be strong enough to lift not one, but both of us.

Jul 06

Not much to say this week. Today is number *OH WAIT, LOST COUNT* without sleep and I’m less eloquent than I’d prefer. But that’s alright. I do think an occasional smack across the face from life can be beneficial. You know, to remind you that your body and brain have limits [despite all efforts to defy]. I’m still recovering from the residual mixed emotions from my NYC trip along with a myriad of other normal life woes of a 25 year old superwoman. Whine, whine, whine. If I were a grape, I’d be a CABERNET. But tonight I’m a Blue Moon wheat ale. Floating between effervescent and feverish.

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