The pain has returned, again.
It is so bad that I do not know how I keep from yelling.
The pain has returned, again.
It is so bad that I do not know how I keep from yelling.
Ups, downs – then turn arounds…
I have been graced with opportunity to again tutor women teachers-in-training.
Perhaps I got it wrong that I could help.
What’s the point to try when one can thrive better by contributing on their own terms?
Why relinquish independence and give others authority to marginalize my capabilities?
What others project upon us does not change the truth of our merit.
I can no longer take hits – and stay silent.
I took the blow, could not absorb it – so left the situation.
It sucks to get one’s heart stepped on.
Humiliation for being seen as dependent amd interrupting – when I wasn’t.
Being misread by assumption is painful.
Who was she to be, if not herself?
Spouting countermeasure cusswords in her self defense toward societal atrocities in presence of her most trusted confidants. yet dealing with beyond fairness to the world when it came right down to it.
“I need to state that your using the term ‘pride’ in this situation is completely inappropriate when addressing the real concern of potential permanent disability – and would suggest your being more neutral, if not more compassionate, to future clients in this regard.”
Raised rent – but no pending eviction.
Where in the realm are the true, dashing gents as the rest of us get pushed into gutters?
I’ve seen plenty of the detrimental kind.
I cut back the property roses to keep them healthy, and now they are blessing us with tons of pink gaeity.
My youngest supported my getting our vegies into pots, despite the warnings our efforts could be for naught.
The snow peas that had waited too long in their 6-packs are producing fast and furious.
We’ve gotta strategize for our somehow continuum, even in the face of oblivion.
Lamdlord is raising rent as high as he can.
“Remain level-headed and work through issues with a purposeful mindset, and to keep calm and not panic. It can also mean that there will be a fresh start, and you should buckle down with assurance.”
Bowing to those who cannot “see” amounts to propagation of blindness.
There are so many reasons for relationships to not work – but only one reason for validity that should ultimately matter.
A burbling undercurrent building to erupt into hysterical sobbing or outrageous laughter.
“Shhhhh,” I remember my once-beloved’s mother cautioning me, for in that culture, women are not permittted valid candor.
When I advocated for the community back in 2004 and related, there was nothing in it for me – I could not gain nor retain housing.
I dislike being forced to take up a cause.
There is currently no accountability for the insidiuos war being waged upon our communities where hard-working families are discounted as housing priority.
If it happens, this will be our 6th since 2011.
Who is gaining all of the benefits from loss?
Housing stability seems to be a fantasy and only acquirable for those with beyond their means.
And you can’t just throw shelter at somebody that does not match who they are and thus lacks supports of their spiritual needs!
I chafe at having to “rely on the kindness of strangers.”
Quote from Blanche DuBois in A Streetcar Named Desire, starring Jessica Lange.
When the heck are my nerves going to heal?
It’s almost been already a year!
My mountain wolf takes care of me
Burly-sleek, it’s pelt shines in the sun
When accidentally bumps concrete curb
It climbs up and over as if there isn’t one!
I knew it could get rough come this Spring term – for that is the nature of resistance when one must divert from established explorations.
But to experience such polar oppositions between which I’m trusting intuition as it guides me to places I’ve never known of before seems unprecedented!
By my walking through that door, we both knew that I was looking for you.
For as much as I yearn to return to my bed early, I don’t much indulge.

It’s not that I’m worried about loosing our housing, or anything…