olivia

It’s been one thing after another the past few months and I’ve been trying to figure out what’s going on and just keep my head above water. I cant figure out why I’m being hit with so many storms at once with such an intense duration and increasing momentum.

Virginia Satir came to write this poem when she was working with an angry fifteen-year-old girl who had a lot of questions about herself and what life meant.

Thank you for your unfailing love, support, understanding and generally putting up with me for WAY longer than either of us ever expected. Thank you for ALWAYS making me feel welcome and at home in your home. Thank you for putting your arms around me on the many rainy days and getting wet with me

I need a jolt from a lightning bolt! So an invite from Dragon arrived just in time. Time to let my hair tumble down, let off loads of pent up steam. Run around in the desert sun in flip flops, dance every bit of energy out of this frantic, aching, loving body all through the

Two published posts now, made in the last week, lost to the interweb. I used the old WordPress for iPhone app for both of them. Guess its time to upgrade…