with care, my love
Maybe that’s trauma. Maybe that’s taking it for granted. Maybe I can’t see it because I don’t think it exists.
unfinished
It is easier to fall apart when it’s safe.
this is me having an experience
I want to exist in a different experience, so I suppose I need to build it for myself.
the valley of the shadow of death
It’s June. It is twenty days away from the anniversary of a fixed point in time. It is two years ago and it is twenty years ago. The grief pulls at me and I feel like I am heavily pregnant again, waiting and waiting and waiting for the birth so that I don’t have to…
february 17th journal
I’ve finally started asking for feedback on my death doula services page. I still need a name for the service, but the more important thing is WHAT IS IT and WHO AM I, basically. If anyone out there would like to review it before publishing, pop a comment below or use my contact page to…
january 8th journal
I did not write here yesterday because I was recovering from the tweetstorms about the FUCKING COUP that very nearly happened. And today is full of everyone laughing and opining about a certain orange person who has been permanently banned from Twitter. I’ve had a migraine today and that does make it more difficult to…