super fun!
six days in the snowy range
me and 8 other girls
and 3 women.
we put food, tents, and gear in packs
and headed out.
we only went a couple miles each day
but wow
i learned a lot about myself.
about who i really am
as me
and that i dont need someone else
and that im O K.
and just spent time rebonding
with parts of me i had let go
and i remembered that i should never have let them go
and that i was turning into someone i did not want to be
so im feeling a lot better.
it was beautiful up there.
it would have been impossible not to be healed
Thursday, July 30, 2009
PUPPPPYYYY!!!
yes! i got a puppy!
it was right after i got back from my backpacking trip
which is another story
but i came back
and there she was!
waiting for me!
black, fuzzy, with a white chest and goatee
part lab
part terrier?
shes from the shelter
and shes named Daisy
shes four months old
and
weve had her five days
and
she knows sit, shake, lay down, roll over, and is almost house broken
wow
right?
i love her a lot!
shes my new buddy
so im buying her a spiked collar
^.^
it was right after i got back from my backpacking trip
which is another story
but i came back
and there she was!
waiting for me!
black, fuzzy, with a white chest and goatee
part lab
part terrier?
shes from the shelter
and shes named Daisy
shes four months old
and
weve had her five days
and
she knows sit, shake, lay down, roll over, and is almost house broken
wow
right?
i love her a lot!
shes my new buddy
so im buying her a spiked collar
^.^
Sunday, July 12, 2009
reflections
you know
im not your dog
wolves mate for life
im not some bitch to be mounted
im a wolf
wild and fierce
loving and loyal
picking a likely mate
and sticking to them
because wolves dont like to be alone
they have family
and a partner
who is supposed to stand beside them
and defend them
and support them
forever.
and wolves who lose their mates
are left with a choice
take another
and risk it all again
or forfeit their packs strength
and possibly their lives
because without her mate
she is nothing
alone
just like all the other lonely wolves
im not a dog
i dont go panting after
whoever can offer me a treat
im not tamed and taught
to behave
because i cant think for myself.
i will not be so trusting
as to call the next hand
my master.
i am my own
wolf
and i always was
and will be
im not your dog
wolves mate for life
im not some bitch to be mounted
im a wolf
wild and fierce
loving and loyal
picking a likely mate
and sticking to them
because wolves dont like to be alone
they have family
and a partner
who is supposed to stand beside them
and defend them
and support them
forever.
and wolves who lose their mates
are left with a choice
take another
and risk it all again
or forfeit their packs strength
and possibly their lives
because without her mate
she is nothing
alone
just like all the other lonely wolves
im not a dog
i dont go panting after
whoever can offer me a treat
im not tamed and taught
to behave
because i cant think for myself.
i will not be so trusting
as to call the next hand
my master.
i am my own
wolf
and i always was
and will be
Thursday, July 9, 2009
?
so i knew this was a human thing
to cast our mates off like blowing coat
i never imagined he was so human
so i knew this was a male thing
to pick and choose and play around
i never thought he could play so rough
so i knew this was a relationship thing
to shake us and grind us up
i never felt such unbearable loss
so i knew this was a likely thing
to lose the perfect one
i never knew it would actually happen to me
to cast our mates off like blowing coat
i never imagined he was so human
so i knew this was a male thing
to pick and choose and play around
i never thought he could play so rough
so i knew this was a relationship thing
to shake us and grind us up
i never felt such unbearable loss
so i knew this was a likely thing
to lose the perfect one
i never knew it would actually happen to me
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Poem of longing
i cant take it anymore
the cruelty of civilization
the emptiness
full of emptiness
pointlessness
and i can only watch
as it seeps into my story
and poisons the princess
and surrounds the prince
so their hearts are wrapped in barbed wire.
and i hate how they want to tame me
to mold me
to their molds.
where are the wide open spaces?
where is the fullness
of freedom?
the completeness
of being forever uncompleted
and free to develop?
where have i taken myself
to fall into this
dark and sharp and ugly?
why am i sitting here
beside the hunter
who has yet to clean his knife
from the blood of the wolf.
why did i leave the wolf
as he struggled to tell me
with his last breath
what i have yet to hear?
why did i follow the blonde haired babe
with her cloak of blood red,
red like the bleeding wolf
with his wide frightened eyes?
why did i listen
to her promises
that were as empty as this noise,
this crazy barbaric killer
we call civilization?
how can i get away,
get back to peace
to the wolves in their hushed, warm den?
how can i rid myself of this bile
this clawing in my throat
that holds me hostage
and makes me retch?
i know only
that it is killing me
slowly
from the inside out.
and its poisoning my ability to love
to live
and i need to feel the air again
and i need to love you
and i need to be able to live again,
i just want to live again.
i want to run away
and raise our baby in the mountains
where the stones will teach him what he has always known
and what they will try to hide from him
and what they are taking from me
and what they can never have.
we can never let them have it.
never let the wolves die
never let ourselves
be kept from living
the way we can live when we are alive
free from the poisons
and pains
and pressures
that kill us
every day
in this god forsaken
"civilization."
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