I’m not great at this. I like to not look at what scares me. I tuck it away. When I need help, sometimes spellwork gets me to the place I need to be in order to move forward. You’ll need: Compact mirror or small mirror small piece of paper a rock – can be a normal rock or a fancy rock like obsidian or anything … Continue reading A Simple Spell to Face Fear
My mom has been gone from this world for almost two months now. I have this nagging sense that I have to write down all her stories – everything she ever told me, everything she taught me. Because I can’t bear for whatever legacy she has to be lost. To write it all will be cathartic, heartbreaking, and nostalgic. It will be painful. I don’t … Continue reading I Don’t Know Where to Start
When I bake, I think of my mother. My mother is not necessarily a baker, but her love and persistence with cooking in general instilled in me at a very young age a deep need to create and connect with people through food. I also think of my father’s mother Emma, who was indeed a prolific baker, but whom I did not get to see … Continue reading Precious Things
As we near Samhain, I wanted to share something I wrote a while back. While I like watching scary movies and checking out really amazing Halloween decor (who knew San Diego was so into Halloween!), it’s not really a time of year for me where I am super festive. I find myself drawing inward, and really focusing on past relationships – especially with those who … Continue reading hands which whisper/ this is my beloved my
So I have this really unattractive tree in the backyard right by the back door. It’s very fast to grow, has kind of an unpleasant look in general, and the biggest drawback has been the fact that one bajillion spiders decide to make their little homes in it. I had been pruning and de-spidering for the last year, and then a great idea hit me … Continue reading Cliché to Say, But Life Finds a Way
There’s no one else I’d rather be with at the end of the world than you. I think it’s fair to say – even though plenty of sci-fi writers were able to nail it, I don’t think we ever thought it would go down like this. And for what it’s worth, I do believe in the power of us. I believe – no matter how … Continue reading Ten
There was a band in the early 90’s called Mary’s Danish. None of their albums are available on Spotify – which is probably an okay thing – but that means in order to listen to a few songs that I really like, I have to go get my archaic CD collection out and find a place to play it. Which also, holy shit what even … Continue reading I’m Not There Anymore
I am instantly thrown onto the rough, concrete seawall. It is dark. The waves are crashing over me. I am soaked through, I can’t move, my clothes are heavy and wet. The sea rages. I stop and breathe, and tell myself: Wait. Start at the beginning place. Start at the tree. Your tree. Breathe. Tree is there, I feel it. I am still wet from … Continue reading Journey
Let’s start this out by saying I am not a columnist anywhere, I am not an expert of ANY world – let alone the world of dance, and my review isn’t going into any fancymag or you know, going to be read by a whole lot of people. I do my writing thang for me, in hopes that someone somewhere (besides me) gets something out … Continue reading The Post in Which I Review A Dance Performance? Ok.
As I stood in my bedroom folding towels while listening to thunder in the distance and rain actively – well, raining – I had a deep thought: There will be a time in the future where my consciousness may or may not exist, or know what it feels like to fold towels while it’s raining outside, or what listening to thunder feels like. Yeah, it’s … Continue reading So What Will You Do?