A response to the prompt, “What is school for?”

What is education and why do we need it? As a hu(e)-man woman coming from a white Anglo-Saxon background, I grew up in a “privileged” town, or so I thought. Our public high school, had some good teachers but no advance A.P. classes; there was no homework assigned on computer. We did have Latin, Greek,…

A blurb about having vertigo

Vertigo is really humbling. I had it a few years ago. The first time was coming from a plunge in cold water -into a hot room at my favorite Korean bath spa. The room spun so rapidly I thought I would fall. Fortunately then, it lasted a few seconds. The summer before I got divorced,…

L.D. #12 A complaint statement (first draft)

Here's a letter for our local court system (hey, why not at this point?! This is A-mer-ica, land of no mothers and instead an expensive legal system). I am willing to receive constructive feedback from my readers. Dear Sir/Madam, I would like to register a complaint of verbal assault against Mr. (insert my Love Daemon’s…

Thoughts on being a healer

If it is a “healer’s” job to guide the willing back to one’s own path of light, to remember and regain one’s true essence (bit by bit, with ease and joy - rather than being thrown in the alchemical cauldron and distilled back to nescience  (‘not knowing’)), then may medicine, especially as practiced in the…

Every picture tells a story

Consider, While every picture tells a story of a thousand words, Every part of your picture Has one of its own. So when you’re looking a picture As e-vidence of proximity in any given situation, How they got there on the page, might be quite interesting. At least if you like listening to people and…

Welcome spirit (AEIOU#2)

Imagine you as entity, whole in the womb. Embryo enjoined into vessel of being but yet unawakened, without breath, sparkless. [1] Also not yet named in one’s inner ear clearly, Nor until now did a parent look you in the eye when saying your combination of vowels and consonants. Growing in and with your mother’s…

“Scouting report”. (L.D. #10)

This is basically a “scouting report” about my ongoing possession by my Love Daemon-Angel. Maybe I should call him a de-mangler. Either way for now, it’s L.D-A. , for short. I left another note on his car. * This one was a card with an elephant holding an umbrella whilst a tiny mouse danced on…

A Musing about my Love Angel (L.D. #9)[1]

Sometimes I wonder what I would do if ‘he’ showed up here, actually? He could one day, I’m ~ sure of it. AS if I could be sure of anything, that is. Which really is nothing[2]. Anyway what if he did, would I need to make a big fuss about it? Broadcast and cash in…