Hey there, compassion and assumptions on self! How’s it going?

In the quest to relieve some pretty intense, pretty distracting, pretty "life is on hold while I deal with this," pain that's been going on since December, my current doctor decided bloodwork would be fun, so we had that done. It's been ages, and hey, why not see how things are going right now? The … Continue reading Hey there, compassion and assumptions on self! How’s it going?

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You Wound Me

You wound me, with carefully honed precision and seemingly thoughtless words with timing, off, and a sometimes disregard for my weaknesses. You push me, when I'd rather just be held safe and fast, wrapped tight in Your arms and the knowledge that I have Your regard. You challenge me, to step out of that comfort, … Continue reading You Wound Me

Nauthiz

Need drives me. I'm not special in that; I suspect that need drives a lot of people, when (heh) the need arises. Holding what I know of myself (I'm not driven by want or by interests -- I'm more gentle in my approach when I'm writing regularly or when I'm knitting) and thinking about need, … Continue reading Nauthiz

Sex!

Oh, did that get your attention? My bad . . . It's a timely topic though, right? We've just had Valentine's Day (and while it's not a holiday I celebrate, it is a holiday that's thrust into my awareness, thank you Retail Reality); Theogamia is staring us in the face, Anthesteria is right around the … Continue reading Sex!

Names Don’t Matter, or: what to do when your god pokes around with your identity by poking around with His own

A young girl is on her hands and knees at the water's edge, keening into the sea. There is no other word for the sounds coming from her, the sounds of a spirit bound too tightly slipping its cage and splintering from the force of it. She feels herself shattering, and no amount of trying … Continue reading Names Don’t Matter, or: what to do when your god pokes around with your identity by poking around with His own