A Woman's Plight, Phoenix Fire, Reclamation, The Owl

A Night’s Flying

She had brought her walking sticks, planning to keep head high and stature elegant – but in the rush to don final pieces and help get them all through the throngs to the ADA window, she’d forgotten them.

Yet, somehow, she found her legs were working in tandem as they carried her with careful, determined purpose, gliding and turning on heals as needed.

Her magic had arrived to support her.

Funny how when it was over, her body went back to being injured.

A Woman's Plight, Reclamation

You Fit Me

This is it, the place where the tears flow
I guess that’s when one can know again

When you find someone who’s heartbeat
Takes you where you’d not choose to go

If knew what was good for your survival
Where the bodies of broken dreams rot

In shadows of past potentials’ haunting
Tormented by disillusionment of lovers

Too toxic to remember their humanity
And that we’re here to reclaim destiny

A Woman's Plight, Male Bonding, Reclamation

Counting Losses

“Part of healing retraining today has involved working on TMJ muscles and related energetic and myofascial tension associations.

I had not realized that my jaw held the intense grief from my fiance breaking up with me, and that this tension further suspended down through the front of my neck and into my sternum causing central diaghragmatic breath constriction.

The whole anteriority of external self expression if one were to authentically expel breath, cry, yell, protest, and/or scream at such a loss had been frozen.

I had just taken the blows and absorbed that energy because I knew that the situation was extreme – and I refused to add to the negativity that he’d experienced from others which had pushed him to his decision.

This suppression of my own tormented reactions also kept me from experiencing further humiliation because keeping myself composed prevented their projections from being validated as reality.

The remnants of this incredibly complex and intense situation have haunted and kept me cautious in being directly forward about my deep feelings for another man.

I think that the entire situation imparted a sense of shame upon me for having believed in my fiance, and for risking to try with him.”

Reclamation, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense

Wow – Results!

“I flexed into my ribs for back, front, and sides all around with a softened smaller basket ball like we used to play ‘fodge’ to.

I lay upon it in yoga, stretch, etc.,  positions, gently rocking into it while attempting to correct the enforced upper stomach bulging still clamped from the accident.

I guess enough time since the accident has brought some settling in my system, allowing my efforts to at last bring results.

Because even though I can feel the torsion spasming trying to come back, I am able to briefly pull those upper ab muscles inward again!”