RAMBLE ON

The struggle to maintain my center is draining me.  This blog will save me.  In my life, it has been a ceaseless challenge to disarm those around me who would strip me of my identity.  They attempt to project a persona onto me which reflects their own ugliness.

When I was young, I absorbed all their dung like a sponge.  Then I did whatever was necessary to purge it.

I know who and what I am.  I'm an average American girl and I'm a writer.  I am a child of God--the one and only--the Great I AM.

I am part of you all.  We belong to one another.  There is love, and that love struggles to be free.

So, I built us a Turquoise Submarine; a world within a world.  In the world, but not of the world.  It's like an ark of survival on our own terms.  It's a place to put your head.  There's room for all of us, and we're cruising on through all of this madness, untouched.  From the inside looking out, the ways of the world and all it's dangers are just a curiosity.

"You shall build it many cubits long, but it shall automatically expand with every loving soul who enters."

DEEP THOUGHTS

Consequently, I rejoice
Having to construct something
upon which to rejoice

T.S. Eliot - Ash Wednesday


Dream we dream alone is only a dream;
dream we dream together is reality.

Yoko Ono

THE GATHERING

Calling all hippies, young & old!  I want to gather you in, and I want to be gathered.  Together, we can navigate these Strange Days with lucidity and joy!