silence screaming louder

idle, allowing

venom seeps through power

stripping, disavowing

adversity standing still

bigotry takes aim

devouring free will

history consumed in flame

empathy sobs, witnessing

wounds too vast to mend

tyrants plunder, deafening—

humanity meets its end

They told us to be good. To be quiet. To be small.

They told us to be agreeable, be accommodating, be easy to love.

They lied.

HOW can a tragedy like what happened last night in Washington be politicized to push an anti-DEI agenda?? The most disgusting effort by a supposed “leader” to create propaganda on the backs of the DEAD.

If you take two seconds of your free will as a human and critically think about this, you’ll be able to pick out when you’re being manipulated. It’s everywhere, it’s why you buy the things you buy, why you pass judgement the way you pass judgement, it’s why you like the things you like and hate the things you hate.

a night of calm, serene and still,

we wait for the sun to crest the hill.

resting now as the world takes flight,

hidden blooms stir in our quiet night.

Winter Solstice celebration and today I finally put on my Yule simmer pot, smells amazing and covers your home in a loving blanket of intention for the holiday season. I mostly use things around the kitchen but Mike was kind to run around finding some extra ingredients for this year ‪‪❤︎

celebrations carved in stone,
souls abandoned, left alone.
legacies of hatred condemned
decaying
rotten
rusted — you descend

Women who capture your beauty and talent for eternity because the lens doesn’t lie or fake a smile—the lens will expose who loves you because they see you.

I love the women who are close to me, who know me, who want to know me, who I want to know. I just love everything about being a woman—the experience, the sensitivity, the beauty, the romance, the fun. I love being a woman.

let me see my own heart clear

with compassion for yours, ever near

what others see is theirs alone,

a gaze that cannot touch my own

in quiet strength, the heart remains;

unmoved by looks, untouched by chains

My art is empathy.

My art is honesty.

My art is the visualization of pain.

My art does not turn to beauty if it does not speak to you.

My art does not exist if you are blind.

nature mother hear our plea

grant peace to calm our tears

spare us from what we can’t undo

and quiet all our fears

guard us from your storming winds

I’m so worried for so many reasons but who am I to worry for myself or my current and future health when I experience such privilege? Of having a home not destroyed by our Nature Mother, of having healthcare, of having support, of having food and of having an option to even post this nonsense?

What is this balance I should have? Where is the bright side that everyone keeps telling me to look towards???

the smothered screaming pain

to feel the burn of a world unraveling?

i cannot turn away

my empathy continues to smolder—

it is this fire that keeps me breathing

my awareness never leaving

Pro-birth is not pro-life with a system that isn’t built to encourage, engage or support single parents - nothing is built to support the birth giver or the children living in adversity.

I was a product of a culture that preaches anti-choice and I grew up with a mother who detested my existence.

my vow is to never use her

for wicked games of spite

i had an abuser

stricken me with all her might

grace is her name

given away from the pain

Religion is beautiful, I find faith to be resounding and at times, magical. My belief system is specific to me and I won’t share it with you unless it’s appropriate to do so. I align myself with my own personal values that I’ve gathered throughout my life and I also give myself the grace to learn more, incorporating ideals that bring me closer to what I see as my true and highest self during this lifetime.

mockery surrounds each fleeting trend

i brace myself for what lies on your bend

exhaustion comes

a friend who’s close at hand

to keep the pace

i must follow the algorithms command

a necessary evil we partake

in this relentless race impossible to break

ive been playing with nature lately

i missed her

she was waiting for me

pulling out color

an aura of what could be

perhaps what we cant see

vibrancy

navigating volcanic storms

indulging lightnings dance

finally

a new dawn will emerge

a second chance

in the fires embrace

from

ashes

from

dirt

from

tarnished

wishes

empty

promises

i learn