The Future Is the Past. {poetry}
I wish to return and close my eyes
This future here I do despise...
We are the aliens to our universe
I wish the day we could reverse...
Daily Archives:
August 16, 2018
Sex and the Menopausal Woman: Juicy, Alive and Truly Erotic.
Our habitual ways of relating to others, our self-identity as sexual women... are all up for a profound shift as woman enters the cocoon of the menopause.
The Growing Edge of a Poet.
An editor of my college poetry journal loved this new "depth" poet. He did not realize that I was drowning, and I could barely string words together...
!["You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen. […]
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Our life has become so economic and practical in its orientation that, as you get older, the claims of the moment upon you are so great, you hardly know where the hell you are, or what it is you intended. You are always doing something that is required of you. Where is your bliss station? You have to try to find it." #JosephCampbell #RebelleSociety
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Happy Monday, Rebel! What's your bliss station today? ❤](http://scontent-dfw5-2.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-15/sh0.08/e35/s640x640/80006255_3335064936520499_8943008855071934994_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-dfw5-2.cdninstagram.com&_nc_cat=111&_nc_ohc=oYww7VT2euIAX_Bnogb&oh=bbc3d77ec74501ae2d3964aa6dc810b1&oe=5E881328 "\"You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen. […]
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Our life has become so economic and practical in its orientation that, as you get older, the claims of the moment upon you are so great, you hardly know where the hell you are, or what it is you intended. You are always doing something that is required of you. Where is your bliss station? You have to try to find it.\" #JosephCampbell #RebelleSociety
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Happy Monday, Rebel! What's your bliss station today? ❤")
