Exhaustion.

I'm tired. So very tired. Whenever I am tired, my mind turns easily to the pensive ~ sleepiness makes my mind race in a manic way. Of course, since I am sitting at work, dead tired, with my head whirring (and listening to The Smiths), the contemplation turns toward the melancholy.

( I will spare your friends pages. )

Imagine a Woman - Anonymous

Imagine a woman who believes it is right and good she is a woman. A woman who honors her experience and tells her stories. Who refuses to carry the sins of others within her body and life.

Imagine a woman who believes she is good. A woman who trusts and respects herself. Who listens to her needs and desires, and meets them with tenderness and grace.

Imagine a woman who has acknowledged the past's influence on the present. A woman who has walked through her past. Who has healed into the present.

Imagine a woman who authors her own life. A woman who exerts, initiates and moves on her own behalf. Who refuses to surrender except to her truest self and to her wisest voice.

Imagine a woman who names her own gods. A woman who imagines the divine in her image and likeness. Who designs her own spirituality and allows it to inform her daily life.

Imagine a woman in love with her own body. A woman who believes her body is enough, just as it is. Who celebrates her body and its rhythms and cycles as an exquisite resource.

Imagine a woman who honors the face of the Goddess in her changing face. A woman who celebrates the accumulation of her years and her wisdom. Who refuses to use precious energy disguising the changes in her body and life.

Imagine a woman who values the women in her life. A woman who sits in circles of women. Who is reminded of the truth about herself when she forgets.

Imagine yourself as this woman.

Morning Oddness

Today when I was getting ready to get in the shower, A. came into the bathroom. The shower water was running, but I hadn't gotten into the shower yet, and was half undressed. He wanted to get his toothbrush.

I hid behind the bathroom door and freaked out. Like, seriously freaked. I was so mortified, so embarrassed, so upset.

That was an enlightening experience.

(no subject)

Now the years are rolling by me
They are rocking evenly
And I am older than I once was,
And younger than I'll be,
That's not unusual.
Nor is it strange, after changes upon changes
we are more or less the same.
After changes, we are more or less the same.