I have so many potential posts sitting in my drafts folder. There has been a wide variety of strange occurrences in my life in the past few weeks, and I simply cannot wrap my thoughts up tight enough to conjure a single-subject essay of any kind. This week, instead, seems like a good time to share a poem.


Masculine energy

Is ever prevalent

In myself

In them

And the female president


It’s no comfort

To be accosted

With the deep sounds

Of patriarchy


This bench

I chose

Serves it’s purpose

Or so it goes


I will not budge

I will not fight

This bench

Is mine

It is

My right


This bench

I chose

Serves it’s purpose

Or so it shows


Masculine energy is

Ever prevalent

Sinking deeper

And deeper

Into the pavement


Off they go

And I still reside

On this beat up bench

That I found





Significance of the Lioness

The lioness hunts for food for herself and her cubs only to have the lion almost immediately take it for himself. She chooses her mate and lashes out at him if he is not satisfactory. He cowers away. The lioness does what she needs to do, while also making sacrifices. But she is the true leader of her den.

More and more throughout my journey of chronic pain I find myself needing to be in the natural world. I am my true self in the ocean, on top of a mountain or in a forest. If I don’t see or feel water for a long period of time I feel restless and off. I feel immediately healed when I return to it.

I feel more and more insignificant as a human when I see what nature can do.

Realizing this has helped me accept my health the way it is.

Realizing this has helped me stay positive during a stressful political era.

Realizing this has helped me change my lifestyle to one that harms the planet as little as possible.

Realizing this has made me see I am no lioness.

But I can learn from her while I am here.