Lessons Of Leo 👑
August, Leo month, brought me back to life, piecing together from debris, things I’ve never owned.
August, Leo month, brought me back to life, piecing together from debris, things I’ve never owned.
Our political beliefs come from deeply ingrained personal affections, loyalties and yes, traumas.
When you go long enough turning scars into art, you start thinking of wounds as poetry. And the cacophony of imaginary voices, as the orchestra of your soul. You seek out people who call you beautiful when you bleed. People who willing aid you in that process, a little too…
I am hard to love. This is not news to me. This has been expressed in a range of ways, covert & overt, verbal & otherwise. The revelation is that it has only partly to do with who & how I am. The rest has to do with who &…
I looked up the meaning of ‘brutalise’. I discovered it means two things.1. To make brutal2. To be brutal And everywhere I looked, the first came with more explanation. We assume the quality of brutality is not inherent in people, that it is caused by having experienced such behaviour oneself….
I don’t think I grasped that a new normal would have to be a new idea of normal. I don’t know if I’ll ever travel by junta public transport again, the second class compartments, the trains & metros. By the time it may be safe to, I may not physically…
Clubhouse administration involves navigating interruptions, setting boundaries to make a room enjoyable. It’s a real lesson in reading the room.
I started cycling. It’s a wobbly road back into the world, hard for me used to coping with fear by retreating into a shell & forgetting that I’m in a shell. But August approaches. It’s Leo season, that promises & demands strength, courage, vitality, things that cannot be contained inside…
A poem about attraction and affection crossing borders.
We think of firsts as one-time only things. We assume they’re the domain of the young, the uninitiated. The first time is so much more.