Pachamama’s Revenge

Earth. Mother Earth. Bubbling from her core. Seeping from an open wound, from her deepest, darkest center boils the molten lava. Angry as she’s trampled upon. Boiling as her children continue to walk on, abuse and destroy her skin. Ruin her every last existence on the surface, but her foundation, her truest inner core, can not … More Pachamama’s Revenge

Woman in a Box

Woman. Whose brow barely reaches above the ceiling, still restricted by the roof covering the box in which she’s been placed, inside another box created by the powerful to keep all men who keep all women inside of a box restrained and restricted from reaching the point far above at which enlightenment dwells just waiting … More Woman in a Box

Subconscious Trickery

I’m completely confused about why they are here. To my understanding, they’re gone, long dead, but they’re totally here, in front of me! Completely shocked to see Dad and then instantly stressed because won’t he be mad at the way we’d handled things, won’t he?! Is he annoyed? Irritated? But no, the whole time he seems… … More Subconscious Trickery

The Happy Place

On the brink of sadness, yet filled with extreme joy, I feel happiness like a drug. My heart floating, my brain resting on a cloud and energy pulsing through my veins, screaming with love and strength, emulating growth and higher existence, just demanding that I listen. Putting spiritual context into words is one of my greatest challenges. … More The Happy Place

My Things

I may share my things with others, others may share their things with me. My things may be touched, altered or moved by others, just as I may touch alter or move their things, but the fact remains: My things are my mine. I am solely responsible, I am in control and that which I … More My Things

The Beauty of Acceptance

Social cues, restrictions and expectations are very strange. The mannerisms, our conversations and behaviors often baffle me. I am convinced that we are certainly, without a doubt, the strangest of all the planet’s creatures. We lead confusing, convoluted lives that are overcomplicated by continuos stimulation and distraction leading to exorbitant stress levels that are literally killing … More The Beauty of Acceptance

The Cut

Cutting the cord The one that binds us to the beautiful yet tragic thing we’d rather die for than let go That cut The one final move Consequence of hours, days, years of struggle, grasping to hold on… The last move, the final stroke The ultimate slice in a heart full of beautiful pain Seeping … More The Cut