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The weather turns cold and brown. Eyes shift blue.
I’m looking up. No longer at the ground. Continue reading
I’m snapping out of it blog tribe.
As a gypsy, minus my parents being 80 miles away – I don’t really have chunks of family somewhere. If I didn’t have a global cult of love-tribe who check in on me from time to time, it’s possible I might be classified a recluse.
Not that I’m misanthropic. Clearly not, or I wouldn’t fall in love every day, and I certainly wouldn’t live in midtown Manhattan. I love many humans, it’s just that since my divorce – I’m usually alone (minus the babies).
Anyways, last night I saw a favorite person who greeted me with, “How’s your boyfriend?”
Uuuuuuugh. Continue reading
I think my abrupt honesty with regard to my emotional state can be startling to some people.
I know I said that I wasn’t going to talk about him anymore, I’m not. I’m talking about me…
I’m still not good. Saying that I’m worse than I have ever felt isn’t really stretching it. According to my best friend, one time I was worse. Continue reading
Namaste love tribe
I have been sleeping a lot lately. This isn’t sheerly a depression factor – though that has slightly contributed.
I lucid dream. I have since I was little. Some people argue this is a conscious activity opposed to dream-state, I’ve never really heavily invested myself in the debate.
I usually dream about lovers. Since my latest kicked my face a bit, I’m trying to put myself into a state of less face kicks.
I’m not sure why I end up with so many wanky dudes. It’s beyond me. And while I enjoyed the company of a husband I loved very much for nearly 10 years – the conclusion speaks for itself. Continue reading