
Portland.

Portland.
No…it’s not comforting at 2am in the morning when one’s hair dryer suddenly turns on in the other room – especially when the switch is hard to adjust on or off.
Suuurree, it must have been on edge under tension when I turned it off, initially.
Yeah…that’s it!
(Nervous laughter)

“It’s not about age, status, or income: it’s about connection.”
“Works well if they are also living for you.”
“I mask enough in my daily life, carefully choosing what fits each occasion.
But for the time being, this space is mine.”
“I guess it must be ok to realize that I no longer have the answers,”
“And what man is capable of and would want to invest in me where I am stuck and seem unwilling?
When I was honestly open and available, these traits were not valued nor encouraged – and they certainly were not given safe haven.”
“There’s this concept that finding true partnership could restore peace and prosperity
But it’s really more about finding congruency and mutual devotion.”
A state that overcomes a woman when her valiant efforts are found to have been wasted.
When trust can no longer be valued.
“No man should be allowed to bring another womsn into my house – either in concept or reality.”
“There’s this concept that partnership can help cushion and positively redirect difficulties.
But my memories of relationship show most of the work of showing up placed upon me.
So in reality, how would partnership benefit when the ideal has no manifesting history?”
“Perhaps there is a type of depression that occurs when one is continually thwarted in accessing their synergy as a result of injuries.
But I was already there for every else’s struggles, helping them to overcome them.
Now, who is helping and nurturing me?
Feeling compromised doesn’t seem just reward for all of my past supporting.
Yet, independence helps give illusion that I am ‘still standing.’
Does all of this reinforce self determination?
Is that why isolation digs in more deeply?”
“It’s like I’m not allowed to have or keep anything that I want.”
Prepping for attending the concert had been a joyous occasion to look forward to.
“It’s not that I can’t see things to do, but that a huge wall of fatigue and deep internal disappointment has caught up with me.
While I have maneuvered difficulties toward directions that can ultimately benefit, it just seems that my drive has shorted.”
“It used to be that I had to wait for others in my family to give them a chance to catch up, but I could often see where they were going and what they needed, so even in going slower, I had a sense of purpose.
But for myself now, it just feels like I’m being held down from performance, and I’m not sure what to pinpoint to clear cobwebs from my perception – which is unusual.
I used to always find a path and reason .”
“‘I repeat myself when under stress, I repeat myself when under stress…’- lyrics I repeat again from a King Crimson song.
You see I’ve lost a lot, and the gains I’ve made – though incredible in their own way – just don’t seem to heal the damage.”
She had traveled to where they used to have a specialist, but all that was left of the structure was its foundation.
“She was the one we eventually learned we could count on.”
“My heart…my heart doesn’t have what it needs.”
How each individual
And group of people
Picked on and tugged
At what glued them
Because of jealousy, envy,
Or misplaced sense of duty
But ultimately the couple
Failed because he gave in




No matter what she tried or accomplished, it seemed limited without the cleansing fires of a true pair bonding.
She could only summon her glamour after much focused application.
Then it soon resolved to ashes, as if she had never existed.
She kept to herself because she no longer believed it was possible that a man would want her in all of her glory.
“Think of me, when you are out there, alone in your prime and uncertain,
Remember that I believe in you, for I arose from my ashes and witnessed.
And know that we are both worthy, as a good man and woman were meant to be.”
He smoothly walked past the two of them for casual observation, noting the woman in red-gold splendour with her beloved grown child beside her.
She could tell he had recently showered as his hair hung in smooth, coiled ringlets, and his masculine meditation clued he was deep in preparation.
“When we are alone, there is only the self to turn to, seeking ways that we could be and imagining conversations/experiences that we wish we could have with others.”
Regal and elegant
Strongly prevailant
Yet shattered frail
It was commented to me upon describimg my healing therapies to another practitioner that it must be wonderful that I can perform these techniques upon myself to further my own healing.
But this isn’t the case because the type of damage I experienced blasted apart nerve and fascial fibers throughout my body, and even my muscles feel on constant edge of further separation-tearing.
No one has ever described these kinds of injuries before that I know of.
It’s as if parts of me just bamphed into another reality upon impact, leaving ghost remnants in zone patches in the present, and the rest of me is trying to pull itself back together while those blast zones keep glitching and phasing.
An incredible pain load can make the body crave equal or greater stimulus of pleasure and comfort.
We hold onto and revisit the past, not knowing what we could reach for and have in the future.