This Is Your Life. You Are Responsible

Our Bodies Are Garbage Heaps: We Collect Experience, And From The Decomposition Of The Thrown-out Eggshells, Spinach Leaves, Coffee Grinds, And Old Steak Bones Out Of Our Minds Come Nitrogen, Heat, And Very Fertile Soil. Out Of This Fertile Soil Bloom Our Poems And Stories. But This Does Not Come All At Once. It Takes Time. Continue To Turn Over And Over The Organic Details Of Your Life Until Some Of Them Fall Through The Garbage Of Discursive Thoughts To The Solid Ground Of Black Soil.

When You Bring The Darkness To The Table, It Doesn't Rule You Or Hurt Other People, But When We Keep It Secret, It's Dangerous.

Stress Is An Ignorant State. It Believes That Everything Is An Emergency.

We Are Important And Our Lives Are Important, Magnificent Really, And Their Details Are Worthy To Be Recorded.

Women Need Space And Silence. We Too Quickly Give Away Our Energy. There's Something About Holding That Richness.