after all this time
because of everything
i just can’t believe i am the kind of person
who deserves to be loved
i see someone i would like to call
i worry they will find their true love
i can convince them
to love me
i worry they will see
to my rotten
i know in my heart
what they will one day discover
i know in my heart
the wrong one.
© quixotic mama 2019
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a spirit guide
came to visit
in the form
of a sloth
to give me
climbed me like a tree
for a hug
& i hugged him
feeling his warmth
& feeling okay
he sunk his
long sharp teeth
into my neck
a sweet hug
& a mortal
that about sums
i have been playing around with doing past life regression ever since i had the vision of myself being a murdered celtic queen. i downloaded a past life regression meditation & the first time i listened to it, i saw myself as a young boy in georgia of the russian empire around the beginning of the 1900s. desolate & lost & alone. jumping forward, i saw myself as a young intellectual in a city. a revolutionary. executed during the russian revolution.
after the regression, i was guided to meet with a spirit guide. the above free verse describes that encounter….
i have done the regression once since then. i ended up as the celtic girl/woman again. & i had a completely different spirt guide that time. not nearly so gruesome & creepy.
maybe i will do a page about that as well.
& yesterday i conjured a bald eagle! i have started taking walks several times a week to combat my “middle age” bulge. so me & the minions were walking yesterday when misha asked me what a bald eagle looks like. i described one, but she suggested we could look them up on my laptop when we got home.
i replied, “maybe we will see one on our walk!” we live near a small river & not terribly far from a bigger river & occasionally do see bald eagles. however, it has only been a handful of times in the past couple years.
nevertheless, just five minutes later, a bald eagle flew over us.
pretty fucking cool.
& today is iggy’s birthday. he is eleven. i never cease to be amazed by my kids in our “buy-nothing-new” & low-impact lifestyle. misha & poppy wrapped up a bunch of their own toys, cash, & candy to give to iggy. (using the tissue paper that our bamboo toilet paper comes wrapped in.) iggy was thrilled with everything he got.
sometimes i feel like i am doing something right….
if i have become unhinged
unglued from reality
if i am actually
buried neck deep
maybe at the bottom of the ocean
or the end of the universe
naked in line at the bank
a double agent
a grave robber
through another time & place
still anchored here
originally posted on august 26, 2018
another one i am not sure about…but i re-did this one today. parts i like…parts are bugging me.
& i’m feeling physically better, but i am still an emotional stress-filled pool of muck.
lately i am liking my brush & bamboo work better than my pen.
oh! i put myself on the okcupid of the town i want to move to. i am hoping to find guys who can help me unload my moving truck when i move there. am i the only person who uses okcupid as a way to find free labor? isn’t that what dating is all about? trade of services?
(maybe this is why i am unlucky in love…my jaded approach to relationships)
all of my livestock went to live
with a very nice red-haired farmer
who knows what the fuck he is doing
& isn’t just winging it
like some kind of off-kilter homesteading maniac…
i think i learned
many many things
from my livestock experiment
(not to be confused with my motherhood experiment)
although some of what i learned
is very similar to my motherhood
my yard emptied out
no more ducks…chickens…goats…or sheep
just the turkey stands alone
and i feel
i’m telling the minions…it’s a new chapter…a new episode of our lives. change is not necessarily a bad thing. change can be good. really really good.
but it’s still sad.
meanwhile, i have gotten a little done over on my patreon page.
and a birthday card & a patron card
when i noted that
the spawn of satan
that if was their
who was the
i should have realized
he was too
& lacking in follow through
to be a king
of the underworld
am a dedicated
queen of the damned
i’m sure y’all aren’t surprised i was happy to find yet another way to use the madonna & child symbolism.
as i was illustrating this, i was being tormented by my minions. while climbing all over me, three out of four of them asked me who was in the picture (the oldest one claimed he knew better than to ask me.)
i answered each of them, “it’s you & me.”
the two boys acted upset by my drawing horns on the heads.
my daughter did not seem fazed at all. of course, she has a 666 in her social security number & is left handed…. (seriously)
i mean, this devil stuff. it’s a woman’s job. attention to detail. multi-tasking. making sure the right people suffer. women’s work.
i asked my oldest son what he would think if he found out i was the devil. he said he wouldn’t be surprised.
and when i greeted iggy with, “greetings spawn of the devil.” he replied, “it takes one to know one.”
my kids are awesome. i love my lovely spawn.
when it blows like this
a banshee released
pulls a sadness
from deep inside me
when it spins like this
dancing with my anxiety
sets my teeth on edge
when it cries like this
from a time
i want to forget
i don’t want to learn
© quixotic mama 2018
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