dancing
it happens against my wishes at times since my heart is determined to embrace bleakness and despairing too often, but the feet have a will of their own. a bit of base, a crash of drums, some keyboard and guitar; mingling melodies that vibrate and transmute until all is movement. the head dips and the shoulders roll, the torso swivels in counterpoint to the hips, … Continue reading dancing
Embracing eating disorder recovery.
I was eleven when the eating disorder that had been stalking me succeeded in capture. Eleven years old and convinced that all the wrong feelings, fears, and insecurities would vanish if I could just get thin enough for perfection and protection. I knew I would be proud of myself when that day came, and why not? Who wouldn’t love perfection? I was promised a multimodal … Continue reading Embracing eating disorder recovery.
Got Guilt?
How do you feel about guilt? I’m not a fan, but it’s useful when it’s not overly abundant. Too bad too much is so often. What’s guilt got to do with it? I call myself the Queen of Guilt though I’m aware there are pretenders to the throne. Guilt is among the most ubiquitous of our emotions. We start feeling guilty young and we keep … Continue reading Got Guilt?
Do the right thing – an off-the-cuff joint.
I don’t have a list of rules for living kicking about the house, though I do have “The Desiderata” hanging on a wall in the garage. I just try to do the right thing. That’s it. “Do the right thing” is the principle that defines how I try to live. I don’t always do it well: my PTSD is currently active and what that looks … Continue reading Do the right thing – an off-the-cuff joint.
From Famine to Feast 