A Bit About Everything

Greetings! Today marks one of my favorite times of year: the August Full Moon. Named "The Full Sturgeon Moon", "The Green Corn Moon", "The Wheat Cut Moon", "The Moon When All Things Ripen", and/or "The Blueberry Moon" by different Native American tribes, this moon and this time of year always fill me with anticipation. It's upon this precipice that summer begins it's tumble into autumn, but the glow of the sun is still available to be celebrated. The light is my favorite, between late Autumn and early September, when everything from trees to grass to water becomes filled with golden fairy light. Since I've always been academically inclined, I could also be jones-ing for the fall because I want to buy new Lisa Frank pencils and a trapper keeper, but who am I to say. Whatever the reason, I always regain whatever motivation I've lost during the lazy, long summer months flies back in full force in September, and I end up

I dreamt of partial pregnancy Impossible yet empowering Stomach stuck forth pronouncing ownership over space. I am a vessel of creation , it said very plainly. I embrace the world.

was watching Black Swan: Buffy and Faith- Season Three credit Joss Whedon

my heart always falls for professional swindlers it must admire their prestige

Sexual Sexual That was the singular typecast term my college professor produced as the foremost descriptor of me. Of  me ! Sexual- of , related to, or characterized by sex and sexuality and other definitions found via the service of  dictionary.com. But hadn't I the bounce of a cartoon character and the naïveté  of the Childlike Empress? No matter. A casting director can only see one factor at a time (they're not multi-taskers) and yours is this. Sexual!  I thought And what a one-trick pony was that? I hadn't realized my 2nd chakra was so overextended. Perhaps Stage Speech and Movement could help relocate it? But a leopard cannot trade spots and I soon found evidence on the casting board (always a prostitute, child, or prostitute child- because there is always something discourteous about the innocence of a child portrayed on the dramatic stage) And dramas, uninvited, sprung up around me like wild roses, untamed. But why