My dear Reader

The culmination of my October, this poem was impelled by the death of Mahsa Amini (#mahsaamini), the young woman detained by Iranian morality police for improper hijab. 

 

Still reeling from the erosion of women's human rights here in the United States, I sought to understand the fervent urge to control women's bodies. Audre Lorde provided the key– specifically, her essays Poetry Is Not a Luxury and Uses of the Erotic: The Erotic as Power. 

 

I hope you find this perspective enlightening

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mine is certainly changed!

Amid the chaos of our rocky evolution, how about YOU?

Burrowing further and brewing next steps?

 

Maybe take some time with this spoken word meditation? Companion piece to last summer's, Naturally Nurturing 
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Set Your Intention

 

Definitely shut your eyes. Recommended practice, yes, but the picture has gone askew in mobile-view. Rebuild the website? Adding that to my To Do (!)

 

OR

 

If you'd really rather a LAUGH (the best medicine, after all), channel your inner squirrel with my 2020 classic 

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Perfect for Thanksgiving :-)