My dreams were vivid early this morning. I was resting my head on some one's chest. I loved this person and they loved me. Will I ever find this person in this life? Their arms were circled around me and I felt safe. A carnival ensued around us and mimes dressed in orange throwing orange balls passed us by. We were by the sea. There is a peninsula that I go to often in my good dreams. It is a safe place for me. There are always fairy festivals and happy pagans there who I sometimes visit with.
When I awoke there was pink light splashed all over my wall, yet when I looked out the window, it was gray. I felt confused. I ask Mikyla if she sees it. She's mad at me so she ignores my plea. Last night the heat was so oppressive that I could not eat nor sleep. I felt so helpless. Today, I'm feeling very strongly the pull to get out of Los Angeles and travel North. I can't leave yet so there is nothing to ease me.
Now I'm living in Portland, Oregon, from Roslyn, WA, after leaving Los Angeles, CA in 2010. Searching inside and out for a new paradigm is my major goal in life right now. The patriarchal, racist and classist world that we live in gives me complete and utter indigestion (literally); so I continue on my spiral journey, keeping my eyes open for other worlds and drawing inspiration from those who are also searching.
("Sloth Womyn," is a reference from, "The Womyn's Holy Book of Mysteries," by Z.E. Budapest.)