air

i drift on the air
lost in my thoughts
feeling
the air move
through me
around me
away
from me
my thoughts
escaping
me.

water

i start with water
because i am
water
a cancer
with scorpio rising
i am an emotional
soup
blood, sweat, and especially
tears
i wash myself away
& emerge
baptized.

elemental

i’m feeling angsty.
like my art sucks
which is dumb…but it is what it is
so!
instead of moping
i am fiddling with my style.
i will post one each day
for the next few days
of my elemental
doodles.

me & bobby mcgee

how did i ever
let you go
all those years back
now
i look at you
& wonder
at the fucking audacity
of twenty-something me
who threw you away
as easy
as a bag of chips
i’d lost my taste for
do you know how
frustrated
i am
at the me
that wasted
my chance with you?

i changed this up from the original because i am not really angry with twenty-something me. i know i was acting out of a sense of self-preservation with almost no foresight. i thought i knew what i was doing. but i was a fucked up kid & really didn’t know.
i don’t blame me
i don’t blame him
it just is what it is. a sad story.
our song was “me & bobby mcgee” which is a really stupid song to have. self-fulfilling prophecy anyone? except i would not ever trade all of my tomorrows for one of my yesterdays.

& in truth, the reason he won’t talk to me today, is something done by forty-something me. i don’t remember exactly what i said or did to turn him away, but we were kind of friends before that. i was in a very bad place at the time. again, i don’t hate me for it, but i wish i could have had some foresight…could have realized that my dumpster fire was mine to deal with & not lashed out at others…oh well.
maybe fifty-something me will get it right.

new moon haiku

the moon an eyelash
of light drifting through the night
with wishes of you

i am no longer assaulting the man with letters, but i can still journal about him & write love haikus that he may or may not ever see.
last night i sat and watched the moon as she sunk behind the hills of the valley. i found myself wondering why everyone doesn’t stop and just watch the moon set. it’s like a little bit of daily magic. waxing crescent is my favorite because i have a wonderful western view that allows me to see the moon sink gloriously. i can never find it when it is waning as it usually sets in daylight during that phase. but these nights where it is new & waxing…it is magic.
speaking of magic, my tarot cards keep telling me to expect my man to come back into my life. which is a really good sign because usually my tarot cards like to focus on what a fuck up i am. so it is encouraging that they are predicting not only a social life but also one with the man i am already devoted to.

in other news, i started working on my next novel today. this is one i started like 25 years ago and am not sure what it is about. i have almost 15,000 words to start with, so i’m going to write & hope i figure out the plot!

misery be damned

he hates me
because
i did not construct
my life around
suffering
a failed
catholic
i am unable
to seek
a miserable
life.

saw my ex (father of my children aka dusty knickers) yesterday and not only did i diffuse an attack he attempted, but also did i express to him, calmly, that he is perhaps motivated by misery.
& he seemed to listen.
i tried & tried & tried, while we were together, to convince him that we could live a better life. he persisted in his misery.
eventually i left him to it.
& now he seems to resent that i am following my dreams.
durp.

love letter II

to dance with you
again
to sing to you
again
to hold you in my heart
forever…
i have to let you go
& hope you find
your way
to me.

once upon a time a boy who was a friend of mine had a dream and traveled from montana to illinois to fall in love with me. we said we were soul mates. we said we were a split-apart. we said we would be bigger than the beatles….
but we were so young & stupid & i started thinking maybe we had “split-apart” for a reason, and i was too young to realize how lucky i was to have him.
now with worlds explored & years lived, i know how lucky i was…and how stupid…
and keep hoping i could get lucky again.

i don’t have any good photos of him because i stupidly burned all photos of my many exes on full moon in athens, georgia. i got these copies from one of my sisters.

love letter

i love you
i know this
i want you
in my life
but
there’s that stupid thing
people say
you know
all about if you love something…
so
i set you free
(as if i ever held you)
i set you free
& dream
you will come back
to me.

so i started feeling as if i was harassing & possibly traumatizing him with the avalanche of deep feelings letters written by an ex-fiance from the 1990’s…. i started feeling like a bully. that whole, “i will make him love me!”
ack.
so no more unsolicited letters.
i’m setting that bird free.

gentle now

i remember those bosses
at inconsequential jobs
being mean
just to be mean
believing that being nice
being gentle
would lead to disrespectful
employees
here i am
being mean to myself
just to be mean
believing
i don’t deserve nice
i don’t deserve gentle
& if i am sweet
to me
i might forget
who’s the boss.

thoughts as my knee forces me to treat myself gently. see? i’m learning.

daily nightly

thank you to everyone who bought art from my sale! you all are wonderful.

i’m struggling right now with the fact that being able to put weight on my leg does not mean i am back to normal. i’m sure that is a sign of the way i approach life, just assuming i can do it without putting in the work? expecting to be a success from the word “go”?
ack…doing the hard work….
instead i laid on the floor today crying because i cannot do an extended child pose in yoga. not to mention most of the other poses i did effortlessly before this.
doesn’t that count for something? that i used to be able to do it…just 3 months ago??

so i guess i have to take the long way.
again.

ppbbt.

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