The bags are packed. Correction–the bags are more or less packed.
This week I read The Simple Wild by K.A Tucker. A story about Calla. – young millennial who travels to remote Alaska to reunite with her estranged father, meeting handsome and hardheaded Jonah along the way.
We look at abuse and neglect in a very narrow black and white way, there’s good touch and then there’s bad touch. We want to believe that where’s there’s love there can’t be harm. And where there’s harm, love isn’t possible. But Greenwood’s novel depicts the opposite for us, showing us where love cuts through the cracks of very dark and damaged places.
A relaxing oasis of a hotel in the heart of Waikiki, Oahu, Hawaii.
I’ve been called aggressive.
This is probably the worst thing you can call a woman. Besides Cunt
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.
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.
This is a transaction of energies.
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.
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.