I haven’t been my prolific self of the past decade, in 2016 and I intend to change that. It’s not that I haven’t been sharing. I’m realising that I am the kind of being that needs to share. It feels good to let it out, to bleed in the open air….
Men will never stop attacking my right to speak. My voice is my only weapon and my sole identity.
Breakups need to be grieved. Grieving is messy and the path to healing isn’t straight. But if you have the space & support, it happens.
September was kind. I had four milestone conversations.
I was diagnosed with a thyroid deficiency and prescribed a pill I’ll need to take every day for the rest of my life.
Is it a function of our flawed social systems that older generations never allow the younger ones to grow up? Age is full of lessons. But maybe I’m a reluctant student.
It is a lonely place, waiting for the world to catch up, knowing maybe no generation ever will.
Drawing boundaries and letting people go is hard but worth every atom of personal growth.
It’s a post-apocalyptic world inside my head. Watching ‘Deadpool’ was a nasty reminder. But so was sympathy from a stranger.
“Goddess” — A Navratri poem opening at Poetry Couture’s Poetic Adda Poetry Couture invited me to a feature performer at their Poetic Adda event yesterday. I’d been working on a special piece around Navratri so I chose to open it here. I had originally planned for this to be accompanied by music…