Sunday Scribblings #11 – Hair (unconditional love)
Hair and unconditional love. How could they possibly be related? I offer you some examples. 1. One day, not so long ago, I was testing edgesI was going through a rebellious ‘in your face’ phaseWell, not a phase really.Describing it as a phase doesn’t honour the importance of that time.It was more like a plea…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings – Slippery
Once I’m inIt’s awful hard to stop Like when I go down the slide with Andrew.I’ve already startedand it’s too late to turn backI just have to keep going untilI hit the bottom So yesterday, I was “in”I couldn’t stopI feel that way today too It’s that midway point when, even if I wanted toIt…
Read Morea made up holiday, just cause I wanna celebrate sumpfin'
What if I told you that today was International “Complement your mirror” day? How might you celebrate? Some suggestions for the festivities: 1. Clean your mirror (I like to use vinegar and water and wipe with newspaper. Your mirror (and the environment) will love you for being so conscious) 2. Gather materials: lipstick, feather boa,…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #9 – What’s Your Sign?
I am a fish. An aqueous-loving being. Swimming in the water of my husband. Mostly it’s refreshing to be in my natural habitat. Sometimes it’s not. Today I feel out of sorts. But reading my horoscope in NOW magazine Often reassures me that I’m on the right path. (I’ve reproduced it below). PISCES Feb 19…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #8 – Secrets
Walking backwards, I tripped. Regaining my balance, my agile body continued. It seemed the most perfectly normal thing to do. To walk backwards, that is. To do so was to explore myself. “It’s not worth it”. They all spoke so critically. “You don’t need to do this”. Sure I did. Stepping behind swaddled and…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #7 – Eccentricities
Sauntering through the back alley, that’s all she’s doing. The kids don’t seem to notice her. She doesn’t stand out to them. They encounter uniqueness with innocent eyes. Too young to pass judgement. Now the adults, they’re different. Yah, they stare. All disapproving like. The older folks whisper while the little ones smile. They’re “mature”.…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #6 – Spicy
I sense the spicy-ness in my bones when I am Groovin’ with my pal Nia flying like the wind sur ma bicyclette sharp-witted the impetus for Andrew’s laughter evoking curiosity, intrigue and mystery smiling a sly grin peppery and darn right sssssaaaaassy boldly assertive, saying “fuck anyone who brings me down” comfy in my sensual…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #5 – Town and Country
I’m a city girl. I crave stimulation and choice. I feed my active urges with variety. I love exploring different neighbourhoods. Checking out the vibe. “What’s around the corner? Where can I find my next adventure?” Fascinated by the microcosmic societies. Living and breathing entities Existing together. I can get a hit of something different…
Read MoreSunday Scribblings #4 – Masks
When I was profoundly depressed, my good friend LIna, who was my guardian angel in India, taught me two important things: 1. She continually encouraged me to “fake it till you make it” 2. To respond to my moods by embracing the mantra “act as if” I made a diligent effort to try be serious…
Read MoreGoodness and Kindness in Portland
Can you believe it? Murphy’s Law… I just wrote a long entry about how people here in Portland are super kind. Then I deleted it by mistake. It was pretty good. But I’ll be kind to myself (just like the Portland-ians have shown me how to) and not worry about it, or try to reproduce…
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