tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75411433371618009072012-02-16T02:29:20.458-05:00Intuitive truth is the knowing of something that is not visible or provable in a scientific, factual way. This blog address those truths, which are revealed to us through a bodily knowing and captured through art; music; dance; and lyrical, descriptive writing. Reality is metaphorical: Every thing in the world points to something else, a truth contained within it that cannot be separated from the seer/ seeker. I hope you enjoy the blog and post your own glimpses of truth here and/or elsewhere.Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-21728342241167447662009-08-02T21:53:00.004-04:002009-08-02T21:57:00.853-04:00

I hate Vista. I just had to put it out there somewhere. This operating system has made my life considerably more difficult. Everyday I run into a new problem. If you're thinking of purchasing a new PC,think about switching to a MAC.I also hate Bing.

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-44873740319480144182009-07-30T22:42:00.002-04:002009-07-30T22:45:04.962-04:00

She'll be alrightjust not tonight....so I let her be. - Rob Thomas, Her Diamonds

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-15639117196977747382009-07-30T22:03:00.000-04:002009-07-30T22:04:19.613-04:00

“But let there be spaces in your togetherness.And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.Love one another, but make not a bond of love.” – Kahlil Gilbran I think most people have trouble with the task of creating space within togetherness. Taking space for oneself, leaving it for the other, and creating it for the relationship are challenges that we need to make conscious and face head-on

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-65960184625692132752009-07-30T21:49:00.003-04:002009-07-30T22:53:26.714-04:00

Feeling stuck in life continues. I've tried every way out of the box I know how, to no avail. Today I ended a rather brief course of therapy with a therapist who basically agreed that I'm between a rock and a hard place. My hope was that he would help me to see through myself... that we'd uncover an insight I was missing that would unlock something, would unblock the dam, would allow me to start

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-23472995116899947972009-07-13T12:59:00.002-04:002009-07-13T13:13:35.881-04:00

“It is in dialogue with pain that many beautiful things acquire their value. Acquaintance with grief turns out to be one of the more unusual prerequisites of architectural appreciation. We might, quite aside from all other requirements, need to be a little sad before buildings can properly touch us.” Alain de Botton, The Architecture of HappinessThe 20th century, German philosopher, Martin

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-14458843080899009472009-06-24T18:05:00.003-04:002009-06-24T18:09:50.426-04:00

I've been ignoring my blog, instead focused on some work projects and a memoir in progress. Here is an excerpt from that, written about the time in my life when my husband and I bought our first home (the "It" that starts the excerpt), which I hated:It just wasn’t my dream home, which I had found several weeks prior—a mustard-yellow, 18th century dilapidated colonial, with a modern kitchen and

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-52936032462982815782009-06-05T12:31:00.002-04:002009-06-05T12:44:57.067-04:00

I've been working with a new therapist for a few weeks now. I've been painting my most accurate picture of my life- where I've come from and where I am now, and he's been constructing his own hypotheses about how to help. Yesterday he told me that he thought I was probably searching for something that one can get only in childhood, from one's primary caregiver, and that basically I missed my

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-88371291425555477662009-06-03T14:09:00.001-04:002009-06-03T14:10:41.277-04:00

I recently wrote something about the nature of memory as related to our life stories. My memories of watching The Brady Brunch are probably a case in point of how we remember things in the context of our ever-evolving narratives. I remember the show being on all the time, day and night, on all channels. I don’t think I necessarily even liked the show, but I now remember it as a quintessential

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-40389590047684669902009-06-03T12:30:00.002-04:002009-06-03T12:34:33.799-04:00

What I love about the art of astrology is that it opens up, as opposed to closes down, possibilities and potentialities. As Richard Tarnas writes in Prometheus the Awakener, Astrology is archetypally predictive, not literally so. Likewise, it is archetypally descriptive. That is, Astrology describes essential energies which can take form in a variety of different ways. We might say that Venus is

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-5732764492426579082009-06-03T10:46:00.002-04:002009-06-03T10:51:13.288-04:00

The devil is in the details. We’ve all heard this saying before and most have some experience of the truth of it. Recently, I’ve been learning how true this is with regard to our life stories. The discipline of writing has been a large part of this realization for me. Of course, participating in therapy- as psychologist and as patient- creates an acute awareness of this truth as well.Earlier this

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-29276041466076149552009-06-03T09:19:00.004-04:002009-06-03T09:22:58.997-04:00

I’ve come into the office early this morning, coffee in hand, with the intention of writing most of the day. I have columns for my website that need to be written according to my own, now past, self-imposed deadline; a blog that needs attention desperately; the next chapter of my memoir; and a paper to write for a conference this August. I check the NY Times, the local paper, and favorite

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-20029669966796079752009-05-15T21:37:00.003-04:002009-05-15T21:53:15.648-04:00

I didn't think you looked very goodLacking a pulled together sense of fashionReflecting a lack in that longed-for solidity of SelfAnd I loved you anyway.The vibe was absent this past time.The energy not-thereReminded me that this is usually how it is with usBut I desired you all the same.And I know I feel something, always.Your darkness, lack, hated-fragilityPulling for a mirror and camera which

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-90811205296504959082009-05-15T21:25:00.006-04:002009-05-15T21:37:42.312-04:00

Great Song by Alanis MorissetteYou are the bravest man I've ever met You unreluctant at treacherous ledge Oh, You are the sexiest man I've ever been with You, never hotter than with armor spent When you do what you do to provide How you land in the soft as you fortify This is in praise of the vulnerable man Why won't you lead the rest of your cavalry home You, with your eyes mix strength with

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-23217437270760725932009-05-05T17:11:00.005-04:002009-05-05T18:23:45.069-04:00

I was listening to Martina McBride's This One's for the Girls this morning. It's a simple song that has a powerful effect on me. "To love without holding back" is a huge goal of mine this days. I know that it is what I am meant to do here on earth, and in many respects, this is not difficult for me. I tend to love easily, to fall in love often, and to joy in the experience of revealing myself

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-37297039938641316382009-04-27T19:19:00.001-04:002009-04-27T19:33:31.249-04:00

I'm usually a naturally grateful person. I feel gratitude rather spontaneously and sincerely, for everything from the pleasant UPS man to someboey else's passion that inevitably inspires me. Lately, though, I haven't been feeling very thankful. So I've been doing what Oprah and others are often touting: Keeping a gratitude journal, at least mentally. 10 things a day. Some days I have to dig deep,

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-18116185750608442692009-04-26T16:23:00.003-04:002009-04-26T16:32:19.340-04:00

I wrote the following for my website, under the guise of the professional I am there. So, it has a more teachy kind of tone. The truth, which anyone who can read this or listen to it being read will know, is that this is about my own now long-standing wading through resistance. I'm hoping that writing helps me to take my own advice!Have you ever felt as though you were fighting against the

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-68490233955105560262009-04-18T13:28:00.002-04:002009-04-18T13:31:24.995-04:00

85 pounds of flesh hang on the fragile skeleton, who is now not absorbing enough of the mineral that would ground and root her, perhaps afraid of something she can’t see. Perhaps not knowing how to take-in. Slowly, her strength has faded, almost gone. Muscles attack themselves, robbing her of independence and power. Challenging her when she wishes to hold up her head high. To stretch, to see far,

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-37365473797002328772009-04-18T13:05:00.003-04:002009-04-18T13:08:29.783-04:00

What is life about? This question plagues me, distorts me, and leaves me searching in a way that- ironically- takes me out of the life I’m seeking to fulfill. I know this, and yet I cannot just be. Am I seeking because I am dissatisfied with my life, or am I dissatisfied because I am seeking? Many would say it’s the latter. I can concede that they might be right, and yet I don’t know what to do

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-64812322227643968982009-04-11T10:32:00.006-04:002009-04-11T10:55:37.214-04:00

My husband is downstairs using a vacuum. I find that this turns me on. I would, of course, much prefer the sound of a hammer, or better yet a wet-saw (my husband wouldn't know what that was), but over 20 + years, I've settled for being turned-on by a vacuum. I'm not sure if there is a lesson here. Maybe I need to learn to use that wet-saw myself; to accept that life doesn't always live up to our

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-67535561348162554792009-04-11T10:14:00.002-04:002009-04-11T10:31:36.787-04:00

“And you may ask yourself-Well...How did I get here?” - Talking Heads, Once in a LifetimeI’ve been looking at my life lately, asking how the hell I got here. I’ve always sort of known what to do, where to go, what the next step would be. Until recently. Now I look around now and feel completely lost. How did I get here? I’m a pretty talented person. Not a genius, by any stretch of the

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-25933967480603416152009-04-04T10:33:00.002-04:002009-04-04T10:40:49.218-04:00

I once again looked up from my book when I sensed someone coming through the door—I had been doing this for about ten minutes or so in anticipation of my somewhat-blind date—and instantly knew that this time it was Susanne. An iridescent spirit, her arrival had the effect of the sun shining right there inside Starbucks. She wore an ocean blue, made-from-a-talented-hand sweater. Soft, thick and

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-15563503689930166012009-04-02T12:22:00.001-04:002009-04-02T12:24:38.247-04:00

And the same black line that was drawn on youwas drawn on meAnd that's drawn me in....The Wallflowers, Sixth Avenue Heartache

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-32422625998954623532009-04-02T12:20:00.002-04:002009-04-04T10:42:53.209-04:00

A line is drawn. He needs another, a third, and a then a fourth.Perfect, he observes, admiring what he’s created for himself.Safety is assured.He invites another in. Then a third and a fourth.Splendid, he thinks, taking comfort in the right angles.Air is sparse.The molecules vanish; one, then a third and a fourth.Still lovely, he imagines, not noticing the lack of movement.Decay is near.They want

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-1601555548149915832009-03-31T14:05:00.001-04:002009-03-31T14:05:39.934-04:00

I haven’t felt much like writing these days. I am stuck in life, and therefore stuck on page. I do okay when I’m sad, lonely, despairing. I can turn this into sub-par poetry. But resignation yields nothing. It is not made of the stuff that easily transforms into art. Its expression on canvas is nothing—the absence of paint strokes, rather than a color, form, or movement of the arm. There is no

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-23664546660433676992009-03-20T17:03:00.004-04:002009-04-02T12:25:22.826-04:00

"Now she wouldn't danceIt's so rock and roll to be aloneAnd they'll meet one dayfar awayand say 'I wish I was something more.'" - Amy McDonald, Mr. Rock & Rollhttp://www.kovideo.net/lyrics/a/Amy-Macdonald/Mr-Rock-And-Roll.html

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-233574593899190092009-03-14T20:08:00.006-04:002009-03-26T16:23:10.799-04:00

I saw her today. She was beautiful. A stone exterior; colorful slate roof; concrete floors; and Soul. Beautiful as she was, she was also wounded. The cobwebs and overgrown vines speak of her profound abandonment. She is need of love.As I walked in, and around, I could hear her speaking to me. I knew she would be able to tell me what she needed, and wanted, and how to bring her back to life. I

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-83583590292582805632009-03-07T13:51:00.006-05:002009-04-02T12:36:49.013-04:00

"I wanna wish it all away...I wanna drum it all away...I don't want to stay at all..."Pearl Jam, Yellowledbetter

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-38296838644392885762009-03-07T13:12:00.001-05:002009-03-07T13:17:51.199-05:00

My husband loving put out our deck furniture this morning. It took only the slightest bit of cajoling by me. Either he also wanted to believe spring has arrived, or he wanted to make me happy. I imagine it was the latter. He knows nothing makes me happier than sitting comfortably in warm sunshine with a good book, or my thoughts. Happy Spring.

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-28720038390854841332009-03-05T17:59:00.000-05:002009-03-05T18:00:13.117-05:00

I had my first experience with zero balancing, a bodywork method that combines eastern approaches to energy work with western ways of understanding the mechanics of the body. It brings together energy and structure. As someone born under what seems like an unfortunate conjunction of Saturn (structure) and Mars (energy) this seemed a very appropriate treatment for me. The practitioner is what

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-10777382637441153772009-03-03T09:32:00.001-05:002009-03-03T09:32:47.111-05:00

The problem with being passionate is that when I’m not in those moments of intensity, I fall into longing. Nothing is ever enough. It means that necessary activities such as standing in line at the bank are quite challenging due to the sheer boredom.There’s a line in the album version of Pearl Jam’s difficult to decipher song, Yellow Ledbetter, just before the sensual guitar riff; Vedder calls

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-29164850856400821842009-03-01T16:27:00.002-05:002009-03-01T20:13:55.439-05:00

In addition to the traditional planets, the discipline of astrology takes note of many other planetary bodies, including asteroids and centaurs—the latter of which are named for the half-horse, half-human creatures of mythology. As planetary bodies, the centaurs move in long, dis-orderly orbits around the sun. Wikipedia describes how “many [within] the astrological community approach [the

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-2213830051111344202009-03-01T14:49:00.002-05:002009-03-01T15:14:29.498-05:00

The Matrix is the well-known sci-fi film about a computer hacker who, over time and with the help of others, discovers that the world he believes he is living in is an illusion. He is a character in somebody else’s reality, much like we are all characters in a larger, Divine or Universal plan, which we cannot possibly grasp in its entirety. The Matrix is many things, including a metaphysical

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-79643646051104912642009-02-17T22:25:00.002-05:002009-02-17T22:30:19.240-05:00

His inaccessibility drives my wanting deeperJust one night, I imagine, and I can restThree years after falling and I am still seekingKnowing that the fire would burn me aliveI listen to songs about jealousy And torture myself with his fantasiesAbsent of meTo drink his soul before It claims meAnd taste his skin with oceans ragingThe thought of the Dark reminds I’m viewing maya from behind barred

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-23842188341430115592009-02-12T12:49:00.003-05:002009-02-13T12:38:31.052-05:00

He hurries down the steps with presence and purpose, a few garbage bags in hand, greeting his new visitor as they pass on the stairway leading up to his home. It is as though he’s in pursuit of his own thoughts, racing to keep up with their pace… to grab hold of these energy-particles, which are quick, original, and- like him- seem to emerge from nowhere, though their substance reveal a

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-64723762367560273102009-02-05T19:06:00.002-05:002009-02-07T18:22:06.598-05:00

I found Taylor Swift’s Love Story within the iTunes library that I share with my husband. More a fan of folk- and/or alternative- rock, I’m frequently teasing him about his poor taste in music and how surprising this is to me given that he originally taught me much of what I now know and appreciate about music. He introduced me to classic rock over 20 years ago, and now he listens to pop! “The

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-69302770945102169482009-02-01T17:03:00.002-05:002009-02-01T17:06:15.028-05:00

What do children, play, gambling, love affairs, and creativity all have in common?For one thing, these are all themes related to the 5th House of Astrology. An astrology chart, often represented pictorially as a circle, shows the position of planets and other celestial bodies at any given moment in time. The circle is divided into 12 houses, of roughly 30 degrees each, totaling 360 degrees of

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-87474768687196067122009-02-01T17:01:00.001-05:002009-02-01T17:03:30.066-05:00

A revision of Miami: Day Three--I was away on vacation recently. As is always the case for me, it was only once I was boarded onto my plane and up in the air that I realized how important it was to take some form of vacation. Travel seems to bring me perspective. Once the plane literally began moving me away from my home and work, my mind cleared. I felt space opening up within me; and in that

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-14401658818150844302009-01-28T08:49:00.003-05:002009-01-28T09:00:41.148-05:00

Today, while sipping my Starbuck’s iced-latte at a table outside a Godiva Chocolate Shop, where my husband was ordering an ice cream cone, a man approached me to ask me the time. “Excuse me, do you have the time?”“No, I’m sorry,” I smiled. “I never have the time.” It was true. It’s been years since I’ve worn a watch, and more often than is the case for most, I don’t even have a cell phone with

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-79827025949341325482009-01-24T22:57:00.002-05:002009-01-24T23:01:21.847-05:00

I’m writing from my hotel room now. My husband’s stuff is all over the place, as is he. Eating, chewing, talking, giving me unsolicited advice, and other such habits that he is of course entitled to, though they kill my creative spark. He just commented that I could play my itunes from the computer as I type. No shit! Meanwhile, his belt sits in view, on the side table next to the couch in my

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-78241071818245295252009-01-24T22:52:00.000-05:002009-01-24T22:53:28.436-05:00

I’m writing from sunny Miami, having arrived here two days ago from the bitter cold that marks January in the Northeast. As is often the case for me, my tears began to flow as soon as I settled into my window seat on the plane and allowed the poetry contained in my ipod’s playlists to dance with my imagination. Travel seems to bring me perspective. Once up in the air and moving away from home and

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-31091317944464665072009-01-04T17:43:00.004-05:002009-01-04T18:03:34.185-05:00

My personal writing, for the most part, took a hiatus during the last month of 2008. I've been working on a never-ending, academic project with four other authors for many years now. I finally had to end my involvement as it was no longer bringing me any joy or satisfaction. Before doing so, though, I wanted to finish a heavy editing task that I had promised to do. December 31st was my deadline.

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-89550404266943380892009-01-04T17:18:00.005-05:002009-02-08T09:29:28.670-05:00

“Give me the luxuries of life and I will willingly do without the necessities.” – Frank Lloyd Wright“When I find beautiful things, it feels as though they are necessary tools for my life. I can’t bear to have old junk around, disturbing the peace. Better a space be empty. But we have been here two years, and when I saw the chairs and rugs, I had to buy them for my sanity. Can you possibly

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-27595797996547512252008-12-23T16:00:00.005-05:002008-12-24T15:35:30.773-05:00

Two weekends ago, I laid in bed feeling as though I were dying. The experience was similar to depression, but not quite the same. I was in a place of resignation—all hopes dashed. I managed to get out of bed to sip a cup of tea in the morning, and then tried to lose myself to sleep once more. I forced myself out of bed again at about 3 each day to take a shower so that at least I’d be clean as I

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-90592319503336125312008-12-18T22:32:00.003-05:002008-12-18T22:47:57.772-05:00

I could spend all day dreaming about his biceps, the way he seems so grounded and comfortable in the solitude of his own skin, how he might taste, and what it is that he really craves.What would he confess if it felt safe enough? And what might he desire if freedom to do so were granted from within? What is he looking for, really, when he surveys the bar in search of a woman to go home with?I

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-35307535844930422032008-12-18T22:23:00.002-05:002008-12-18T22:31:59.379-05:00

Since I love giving gifts so much, I thought I'd capture them here. Here are my favorites for this year:US Open (golf) tickets for my brotherA tarot card reading for my momMake your own book for one of my nieces-- you actually send the book in and they send it back "published," bound-and-allA beautiful. very tasteful photo of a nude women (close up of her torso) in an equally beautiful custom

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-9711721424461757902008-12-18T22:07:00.003-05:002008-12-18T22:23:31.123-05:00

Thank God for snow! I'm hpoing to be snowed-in here in the northeast tomorrow, which will finally give me not only the time to get back to my writing, but the space to reflect. My desire to write comes from either: (1) Deep and passionate longing or(2) A poetic way of experiencing the world-- a sort of sensibility that I can access only when I stop long enough to notice what's around me. I'm not

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-13859970653466868422008-12-02T15:58:00.001-05:002008-12-02T15:58:58.176-05:00

The big astrological news this month is Pluto’s ingress into Capricorn, marking a new generation—a new time in history—which will take us through 2024. Outer planets such as Pluto move very slowly, in comparison to the sun, for example. Whereas the sun changes signs every month, Pluto changes every 12-20+ years. I was born just as Pluto was getting ready to exit Virgo, where it found its home

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-5343180754639273852008-11-23T19:03:00.001-05:002008-11-23T19:04:10.804-05:00

‘Tis the season of gift giving, and whether you are giving in honor of Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwanza, or a Sagittarian birthday, there is an art to gift giving that mimics the secrets of healthy relationships. Understanding the art of gifting helps one to develop the art of relationships. The Merriam-Webster online dictionary tells us that the word gift comes from a Middle English word meaning “

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-13191608100937777392008-11-23T18:54:00.000-05:002008-11-23T18:55:14.024-05:00

Winter is upon us. The taste of it is delivered by the tips of the wind as the purity of the colder air brings memories of Christmas time, football playoffs, and snow angels past. I can hear its sound mingle with the rhythm of computer keys being struck as I type, making music that captures the season. It’s the sound of flames escaping up the chimney with the wind created therein, alongside the

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-66947095328817464632008-11-16T14:45:00.002-05:002008-11-16T14:46:19.034-05:00

How She Could Sing the Wildwood Flower. This is my new favorite song, by Emmylou Harris. It’s a love story, and no matter how often I say I don’t believe in love, I continue to notice those moments when I’m swept away by a love story. This story shares its themes with almost every other. A man falls for a woman, they live happily together for a while, but he is the driven type and doesn’t pay her

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-35453253122333150022008-11-16T14:16:00.001-05:002008-11-16T16:34:18.618-05:00

“…did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?” – Pink FloydI think most people choose the cage. On the conscious level, I would absolutely say that I’d prefer a walk on role in something meaningful than a lead role in a prison. Still, I choose the cage-- the prison. For the most part, I know why I do. It comes from a more unconscious place, one which I haven’t been able

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-17348014812732012142008-11-16T13:54:00.001-05:002008-11-16T13:57:03.956-05:00

Shut down long ago. Ever since embodying the form of a ghost. Only a ghost.Often invisible. Always shadowy. She travels through the forest unknowingly searching for the substance lost lifetimes prior. Until the day she gambled on believing it would all be okay. There was one tree, just a bit off her usual path, splintered by lightening. Belief that this wood could become a fire warmed her phantom

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-15113533238694854152008-11-12T22:09:00.002-05:002008-11-12T22:18:17.147-05:00

There is a beautiful, sweetly glowing and sensual full moon out tonight. I love that I have become more attuned to the cycles of the moon. I actually know now, ahead of time, when I'll get my period. I was never very good at keeping track of that. Now it's easy. I also know when a month has passed and how I am doing with regard to following up with the intentions I set at each new moon. Anyway,

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-25590259119306594522008-11-10T21:04:00.000-05:002008-11-10T21:05:18.712-05:00

She needs what he has He wants what she can offerHealing, really.She sells her body and sacrifices her soul.Can the healing redeem her?Is she a medicine woman?Or a prostitute?And is there a difference? She needs what he hasAnd he wants to heal her,Making sense of his own path.She sells her soul and sacrifices her life.Does the healing redeem him?Or her?Is she a wife or a prostitute?Is there a

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-36065144800232460102008-11-07T17:50:00.004-05:002008-11-10T20:46:58.094-05:00

"I don't believe in love." This, I spoke matter-of-factly to my couple's therapist recently. Love is an overused word. It refers to so many different states and most people seem to have no idea what they actually mean when they use it. Affection, concern, care, wanting the best for someone, sex, wanting someone to be around, obsession, wanting to take care of someone.... And the list goes on. A

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-45483238655775286032008-11-04T16:53:00.006-05:002008-11-04T18:10:21.190-05:00

I just have a few moments to share some thoughts about the current Saturn- Uranus opposition, which is a big deal in the astrological community. Planets are symbolic of energies that are present within human nature. Saturn, to me, represents the call to individuation. It is associated with key words such as father, authority, discipline, contstraint, limitation, etc. It is one of the more feared

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-15683345238399657612008-11-03T21:42:00.003-05:002008-11-03T22:24:38.493-05:00

Anxiety around the state of the economy seems to be swirling about everywhere these days, much like the leaves that now carpet the ground here in the Northeast. I sense it in people: More caution, close to the surface terror, knots in stomachs, and a resulting irritability which poorly disguises the fearful survival instinct that responds to all hints of threat. I have noticed a differnt

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-671805720399585602008-11-03T13:21:00.004-05:002008-11-03T13:32:11.650-05:00

Two and half years ago, I had my first astrology reading. "Your task is to do home. What happens when you're home is more significant for you than what happens at work," my astrologer said. His words landed in the center of my solar plexus and crept up into my heart, where they evoked tears of recognition and a sense of something I couldn't put my finger on at the time. I now know it was the

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-48460517906322221932008-10-30T20:54:00.005-04:002008-10-30T23:03:45.874-04:00

I'm not sure if I've written about this before-- it's a topic that fascinates me, and so I tend to keep coming back to it. The idea comes out of astrology and it's this: We are born into this world with a certain set of skills, abilities, or a way of being-in-the-world, really, that we just know how to do. It's that "something" in our lives that just comes easy and naturally. The thing we barely

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-77787048361671261772008-10-30T11:09:00.006-04:002009-02-07T18:46:26.763-05:00

I have a rich fantasy life, though what I fantasize about is not that out of the oridinary. I imagine the everyday conversations I'd like to have. And the things I would like to be different in my life-- sharing Thanksgiving Dinner with close friends rather the obligatory family visits, for example. I have these same fantasies for others, imagining what I might want for them: For my artist friend

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-30858381124748533152008-10-28T16:01:00.002-04:002008-10-28T16:57:56.859-04:00

I stopped by the book store on my way to work today, looking for inspiration in the music and self-help & spirituality sections of the store. I’m always searching for something— usually some secret that will break open the skies above allowing me to glimpse heaven and the path which leads there. I didn’t find heaven or the path, but did discover some new music. Unfortunately, none of the

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-14525720238106128182008-10-25T14:28:00.005-04:002008-10-25T14:35:44.480-04:00

How do you live on the earth after journeying to the depths of the soulful ocean?Can you find happiness at the post officeonce you've paid a visit to paradise?Or appreciate the cloudswhen you've already seen beyond them?Can life be anything other than medicoreafter tasting heaven and making love to God?Practical advise is welcome...

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-86568259804594358012008-10-25T14:18:00.001-04:002008-10-25T14:20:52.672-04:00

Destruction RageWithholdingSuffocating the air that love needs to breatheFed by horrific screams from within The shadows burst into black.FearProtestAggressionFighting the threat always just around the cornerAs real as anything ever felt, The feelings are lost in their own truth.ShameHumiliation ConfusionWanting to breathe more peacefullyMade possible by the witness withinThe sadness overtakes

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-575250919134966212008-10-23T12:46:00.004-04:002008-10-25T15:17:33.776-04:00

A new moon takes place on October 28th. Approximately once per month the universe wraps us up in moonlight that carries potential, opportunity, and fertility as the Sun and Moon share space within the same degree of a shared sign of the zodiac. On October 28th, both the Sun and Moon will be at approximately 6 degrees Scorpio, filling the sky with a sexual, mysterious, psychically penetrating,

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-2638201030726464302008-10-23T10:15:00.001-04:002008-10-23T11:09:24.570-04:00

"In a sky full of people, only some want to fly. Isn't that crazy?" -- SEALListening to Seal's Crazy this morning, I was aware of how crazy it really is that only some of us wish to fly. It must be my own midlife awareness of mortality that has me thinking about regrets, and life, and what it is we’re all doing here. I believe that most of us, if we were to thoughtfully reflect on this idea,

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-73840525646313037432008-10-17T19:46:00.004-04:002008-10-17T20:01:28.950-04:00

What regrets would you have if this thing called life were to be over for you tomorrow?What is one thing you don't wish to live without?And the one thing you can't live without-- the feeling, experience, sensation, or other something that you seem to need more than the air you breathe?What would you do if you were more courageous than you were fearful? And if you weren't concerned with what

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-47464713745800350472008-10-17T13:51:00.001-04:002008-10-17T13:51:37.369-04:00

I have worked with quite a few spiritual mentors over the past several years, each of whom has appeared in my life in his or her own unique form: Therapist, astrologer, friend, or internet-based-guru. Many, if not all of these individuals, have suggested the discipline of meditation for me. I have always cringed in response. The mere suggestion taps into a certain resistance that lives within me

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-14701423405470469762008-10-15T17:42:00.003-04:002008-10-23T23:27:30.685-04:00

We met on February 14th, 1986. I was 15. We've been together ever since. I come from a messed up family and he was a reprieve from this. He would drive me to work and I’d hang out at his house, and he was there for me in these day-to-day ways. When we spent time together, it would take me away from having to know how much my family members were suffering and how my needs couldn’t get met in that

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-1681249457333805002008-10-07T17:50:00.000-04:002008-10-07T17:52:56.388-04:00

Such is the way of the worldYou can never knowJust where to put all your faithAnd how will it grow…Gonna rise upFind my direction magnetically- Eddie VedderIn the days when I have lost my footing and am unable to find even a semblance of hope it is difficult to write anything at all. I’m not sure if I’ve always had such days, if they are increasing in number and/or intensity, or if they are

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-13573367715577825412008-10-04T18:39:00.003-04:002008-10-07T17:53:22.577-04:00

By Guest Writer, Dan ButeauSleep is my only escapeMy war torn body wont let me wake But when the shots begin to soundI pray the lord my soul to takeFor I don’t wish to be here no moreAs the children scream the planes they soarThere is no light on this forsaken countryOnly darkness from the dead and poorAs new recruits arrive on jetNo sports, no family, no housewarming petI look up at the clouds

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-16830372191030189302008-09-29T01:27:00.000-04:002008-09-29T01:29:19.950-04:00

Drip, drip, drip, drip. The noise of the rain gathers in puddles as a backdrop for the annoying thoughts and images and fantasies that dance, badly, behind closed eyes.And I know that dreams of the nocturnal kind would be a far more productive way of working through the internal drips than is this uninspired dreaming that is more correctly a resistance of all that is. So I pray to the

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-29737184133752282942008-09-28T22:02:00.001-04:002008-09-28T22:02:48.935-04:00

To be touched by he who wishes to ravish meChallenged by another who dreamsCherished for a wisdom deeply knownAnd reflected in the values I hold dear.To soothe his deepest woundsAnd explore his greatest fearsI sense that which makes his body flinchAnd respond with what he craves most.I nurture his erotic fantasiesWith courage to move toward my ownWe warm the world through our contactEven as there

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-86106396598753633052008-09-27T20:20:00.005-04:002008-09-28T19:15:48.981-04:00

There are many ways to think about creativity, the most common, perhaps, being the processes associated with the traditional arts: That which inspires a painting, brings about a piece of music, or inspires the building of a skyscraper. More essentially, creativity is the generation of something new- an ushering into being of that which was not there before. Most artists speak of this process as

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-58612807564831091002008-09-27T15:33:00.004-04:002008-09-27T20:09:04.431-04:00

Fall is upon us and the astrology for the season, both individual and collective, is rich, powerful, and full of potential. Throughout the month of October, the majority of personal, or inner, planets are in Libra and Scorpio. The Sun ingressed Libra on the 22nd of September followed by Venus’ (ruler of Libra) ingress into Scorpio two days later. While Venus rules Libra—bringing lightness, beauty

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-32140349084793758752008-09-23T22:28:00.003-04:002008-09-23T23:22:11.867-04:00

My husband left for a business trip several days ago. I've been looking forward to a few days alone. At this time last year, I had just begun what ended up being my too-short, though much appreciated, sabbatical from marriage, during which I lived on my own. Several days home alone isn't quite the same thing, but I'll take it.So, here, tonight, alone, I have time for my phantasies. The first: I

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-56051944156941251902008-09-23T13:07:00.004-04:002008-09-23T14:55:23.005-04:00

I come from a pretty f—ked up family, myself included. By f—ked up, I mean that we all struggle with life, often in the midst of lots of drama and chaos, and seem to spend much time in unhappiness. There are seven of us, counting my mom and dad. Of those seven, three are full-blown alcoholics and three enjoy their booze to a point where it can, let’s say, get in the way. And then there’s me. I’m

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-44054598772916205572008-09-17T12:49:00.006-04:002008-09-17T13:14:19.542-04:00

Several major financial institutions are crashing around me- including one that paid my bills for a while as my husband's employer- and I remain self-focused, wondering if I will ever be happy again. I hate this about myself: The self-absorption. Yet I can't seem to shake it. Writing-- here, now-- is an attempt at this. Maybe if I get it out I'll be able to widen my now myopic lens. (May be not.)

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-69022650531750596312008-09-16T14:23:00.005-04:002008-09-16T14:50:04.901-04:00

“I wanna have controlI wanna perfect bodyI wanna perfect soul..." RadioheadWhat if life were meaningless? What if our desires for the perfect soul didn't matter? What if we really didn't belong here, if we were just here for a meaningless ride? There are of course people who believe this, and some theories of enlightenment seem to me to extend into this when taken to their natural conclusion. I'm

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-59192218794771749382008-09-11T12:53:00.009-04:002008-09-12T17:04:18.874-04:00

It is just about 1 PM on September 11th, 2008, seven years after the Setember 11th we all remember well. It was on that day, at a little after 1 PM, that I discovered my dad was alive. I was in session with a psychotherapy client. My friend and colleague, Dee, knocked softly on the door to let me know. It is the only time I've ever asked to be interrupted while in session. Even after the faint

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-41178088092160146112008-09-10T17:05:00.001-04:002008-09-11T21:27:57.668-04:00

It is a chilly night and I have wrapped myself in cashmere for the blend of softness and warmth that it offers to the delicate boundary which connects the world to the spaces deep within; the now permeable border that is my skin. I step into the gorgeous and revered Soho art gallery, which is made more so because the Artist of the night is also a muse to me. It is opening night for the exhibit

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-61774856334269640812008-09-02T15:59:00.000-04:002008-09-02T16:00:32.468-04:00

It continues to be the ten year anniversary of a near death experience for me. I was hospitalized for just under a month, and so the anniversary spans this length of time as well. It’s probably close to the date within those 3-4 weeks when I was at my worst. I woke up with some physical symptoms yesterday and automatically interpreted them as life-threatening. I’ve also been worried about the

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-47459080436122428122008-08-25T16:58:00.008-04:002008-08-25T22:20:33.409-04:00

With the recent ingress of the Sun into Virgo, I thought I'd write about the relationship between Virgo and Vesta, the minor planet thought by some to be a ruler of Virgo. As someone with both my South Node and chart ruler, Pluto, in Virgo, I love the notion of Vesta as ruler of this sign. The symbol for Vesta is that of a flame, and she represents the goddess that tends the fire with great

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-73120433662577874802008-08-22T17:12:00.005-04:002008-08-22T18:00:10.290-04:00

Ten years ago today, I entered the hospital for what ended up being an almost month-long stay. I was suffering from kidney failure related to an autoimmune disease, and because it went misdiagnosed all of my other organs began to fail. I spent most of the time in ICU and came very close to dying, but ultimately recovered completely. I was lucky. (For astrology fans out there, this happened during

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-48166670777391092902008-08-21T05:19:00.003-04:002008-08-21T06:11:09.630-04:00

I'm thinking about resigning from my remaining board and committee positions. I began this resignation process a while back, but still have a few lingering commitments with several organizations. As the oldest of five children and with a South Node in 10th house Virgo, I am very good at managing things. It's a skill that comes naturally to me. There are ways in which I enjoy it, and I love the

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-89934008534813568632008-08-19T17:35:00.009-04:002008-08-21T06:14:15.654-04:00

I saw myself in him so completelyand understood in a way that I could not havewithout this mirrorMaybe the reflective glassreturned false imagesAnd I saw what I wanted to seeor what I could not otherwise perceiveI wanted to bring himhealingso completelythrough loveI wanted to bringmyselfhealingthrough loveBut I could onlygrant itto my reflectionI could only allow itfor him

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-41863696145005012822008-08-17T18:18:00.013-04:002008-08-18T17:41:04.076-04:00

I have temporary guardianship of my nephew, who has been living with me for the summer. This means that decisions such as curfew are made by me. One decision I’ve had to make recently was whether to allow him to get a tattoo, or not. I have a fondness for tats and am attracted to the idea of marking one’s body, especially if it is approached with a respect for the potentially sacred spirit of

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-79582664235423501692008-08-14T13:55:00.007-04:002008-08-19T21:15:03.328-04:00

What makes great sex great? I asked myself this question the other day and wasn't sure how to answer it. It struck me as strange that I couldn't come up with a satisfying answer. I wanted to believe it's about a level of intimacy, but if that were true then long-term partner sex would be really great much of the time, and for most individuals this is not true. Is it about the orgasm? Whereas

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-67395668997138212062008-08-06T15:54:00.003-04:002008-08-06T16:02:21.216-04:00

August brings much sadness to me each and every year. I can feel summer slipping away the minute I flip the calendar. Back to school shopping with my niece, Al Michael’s voice talking through my television set, college football tickets arriving in the mail, and the whispers of drier, cooler air carried on just the tip of the wind all speak to the imminent change of seasons, which I cannot help

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-20047954479245735462008-07-30T19:26:00.001-04:002008-07-30T19:27:39.363-04:00

“We are constantly invited to be who we are." --Henry David ThoreauWith a total eclipse of the Leo Sun on the 1st, and a partial lunar eclipse involving the Leo/ Aquarius axis on the 16th, this is a significant month astrologically. To use this energy well, we need to understand something about the fire of Leo and something about the event of an eclipse. A solar eclipse happens about twice a year

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-60351340462604618782008-07-30T10:52:00.002-04:002008-07-30T16:06:31.262-04:00

A little over two years ago I started writing more regularly. It was all personal writing, filling pages of journals in both hard copy and electronic versions with details of what I was thinking, feeling, and experiencing. I was trying to capture what was to me clearly a midlife crisis. From the beginning I considered what I was writing to be a memoir, and I’ve had intentions of writing it for

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-68210226824685395272008-07-29T15:58:00.001-04:002008-07-30T16:10:31.424-04:00

I “sold” concert tickets on Craigslist recently in exchange for poetry. The ad read something like “… the poem that most touches my soul gets the tickets.” What touches me about poetic writing is that, by definition, it has to come from the heart, or soul, or gut. It emerges from the depths of a person, from the inside out. I crave knowing people on this level. Living in a world of small talk is

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-77280911861267985982008-07-29T15:57:00.001-04:002008-07-30T16:11:10.294-04:00

Relationships are a very common topic in the world of psychotherapy. From explorations of conflicts within current relationships to the yearnings and desires for yet-to-be-had relationships; thoughts, feelings, and theories on this topic fly around therapy rooms across the globe. Often, the question of how to create more fulfilling relationships arises. My best answer to this question is to work

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-34709346231379284692008-07-24T16:48:00.004-04:002008-07-30T16:11:50.782-04:00

I have been talking with my husband, for a while now, about separating. Our paths seem to be taking us in different directions. I crave freedom and change and growth. He is very happy with how things are. I want to take more risks; he prefers security. I want to live life with passion; he enjoys a calmer version of things.Recently, we had a conversation about change, and the muses that inspire

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-62653154469749363322008-07-24T13:25:00.005-04:002008-07-30T16:02:18.783-04:00

I was greeted by a snake on my way into my office this morning. Although startled at first, I took out my phone to snap a picture. I got close to the snake. Too close, I guess, because the snake scurried away disappearing into a bush. I didn’t get the picture, but the essence of the snake is with me today. I’m looking around my office waiting for it to crawl through a corner somewhere.The truth

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-63733215070301282752008-07-20T14:56:00.005-04:002008-07-30T16:12:25.896-04:00

I have been thinking, recently, about what my epitaph might say. What words will sum up my life? “She lived and died unhappy, but never stopped trying.” This one is in the lead currently, as I prefer it to “She was competent,” which is the other choice. My friend Eric wrote to me recently and commented that I was “vivid, beautiful, and real.” I would love to live up to those words, but I’m not

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-9834863615752098912008-07-17T17:50:00.004-04:002008-07-30T16:12:58.525-04:00

As a psychologist, football fan, and individual who is interested in the cultural ethos of our time, it saddens me that the American public, both supported by and supportive of mainstream media outlets, could so easily turn an ordinary man, whom they once deemed a hero, into a scapegoat—a dynamic which reflects the pervasive lack of self-awareness and accountability within our culture.

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-82090951098312991432008-07-08T14:13:00.005-04:002008-07-08T19:35:54.296-04:00

A guitar playing carpenter. Scorpio sun-sign, Pisces or Scorpio moon, and Capricorn rising. He has a watery, receptive energy that is balanced by a masculine drive, which means he works tirelessly at his trade. And when he comes home at night, he has the large, beautiful, worn, blistery hands to prove it. Hands which call for my nurturing touch to help heal them.Although accustomed to using his

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-70946070997368941022008-07-08T14:11:00.001-04:002008-07-08T14:13:07.058-04:00

On the playground, we’re told of this value;The one supposedly essential to life.“You can’t always have things your way. Play your game for five minutes, then play his.”Some adults monitor this with a watch.What if my game takes more than five minutes? I wonder.And in relationships, we’re told this is a necessity;One which will make or break the deal.“If you want a small house and

Christine Sarahnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541143337161800907.post-14336954371134741292008-06-13T16:10:00.004-04:002008-07-30T16:13:29.895-04:00

To get to the other side and earn my wings…The mantra kept me going.Through the dark nightI dreamt of what colors would decorate my wings after the transformationWhat might it feel like to fly…And land on a flower?I will stay in my cocoonUntil the moment arrives for the transformation.I can be patient and earn my wings…I tell myself as the tears fall.And when

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“Letting go is one of the sexiest and most pleasurable things known to humanity.” --- Eric Francis; writer, photographer, astrologer (see planetwaves.com)I woke up from a really good dream this morning, full of all of my favorite dream themes—a handsome man, feelings of desire, sexual tension, a feeling of being truly loved, and images of myself being free and spontaneous. The dream was

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