you’re here now.
I am wondering why more middle-aged women don’t start punk bands. I am feral. I am evolving. I read energy. I paint. I draw. I make artist books. I write poems and treatises. I have multiple graduate degrees. I am a hair school dropout. I am a polymath. I meditate a lot. I am connected to All That Is in practice. I am a quiet anarchist. I see connections where others don’t. I am a badass witch bitch Reiki practitioner. I infuse my art with Reiki that dismantles the collective masculine ego (otherwise known as patriarchy) in all who hold them. I am aware. I am angry. I am soft. I love me first. I empathize with me first, not you. I no longer hold your hand when expressing a hard truth you’re not ready to hear: you must practice loving yourself. You must practice seeing and hearing yourself. You must reparent your inner child with love, compassion, patience, tenderness, and seriousness. Or your inner child will continue running your programming. Running the show and you will keep doing things you don’t like and that don’t serve you; and attracting things to you that don’t feel good. Good luck.
