I’ve been called aggressive.
This is probably the worst thing you can call a woman. Besides Cunt
A Proper Propegation
can’t tell you how fucking stressful this is. To look at your sensitive fiddle leaf fig with scissors hidden behind your back. To them, it is just another day staring at the sun, but you know in your heart what’s about to happen.
The Fucked Up and the Fantastic
Today’s Tarot Study pull was 6 of Cups, who almost always brings along her sister card, 5 of cups. Together they are tender and welcome blooming of the heart after a harsh drought.
Always Tip Your Tarot Reader
This is a transaction of energies.
My Little Shrine Bloomed
And when you’re indecisive and especially when you’re in mourning, sometimes you need to sleep on it. When I woke up I had the clarity that I am an extremely crafty and capable person and the most meaningful symbol would most definitely something created with my own to hands.
Why is Mom Crying (Part Two)
So this is how I found myself, bikini clad, poolside, crying mommy tears into an extra fancy, floral garnished umbrella drink on Mother’s Day.
Aloha Friday…Dress
Flipping through the one too many black shirts you have, the Monday through Thursday stripes, your soul searches for something to celebrate this great achievement… and then there she is, the Acacia Limu Dress in Hibiscus.
Woman in the Window
This morning my son asked me how long it takes to read a whole book. Now, this is a difficult thing to measure unless your timing it, which is impossible what with all the interruptions of reading like having to go to work, feed your family, personal hygiene and HBO Documentaries that need watching.
Life, as Told by Wind
Anyone whose been to Maui could tell you that the moment you get off the plane the wind greets you with a big warm hug and whispers into your ear “I love you so much already.” I would come to know this wind like a watchful elder who chooses their words carefully and are not to be ignored.
Patricia
In the hour of your death, I wrote these words for you, Patricia.