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My New Philosophy of Recovery
Easter page for inside kids
No, it's not me peeking over the curtains.
My neighbor who appears indifferent to others is caught peeping out her window. Reminds me of Neil Diamond singing in "Crunchy Granola Suite." "There once was a man with a tiger outside his gate, Well he just couldn't relax and he couldn't relate..." Now he can relate since Crunchy Granola set him free. My neighbor never found her way out. Who or what is the tiger outside your gate?
Be kind to others whenever you can!
This is my healing and sharing place. I am a survivor as well as a poet and an artist. In these ways I am sometimes able to give a voice to my inner selves and a name to my pain. I think if we speak of our expriences, process and healing journey, we'll heal, and maybe so will some who hurt us. I am a woman living with a dissociative disability, and this site is the voice of my personalities and my self.
When bat wings look like holly leaves
and berries bleed upon the bush
I see her standing golden black
sun-leathered and sinewy --
Alice, lithe and tall.
By moonlight she mounts Banshee.
Flank to flank they sweat
horse, grange goddess, poised to hunt.
Bobcat in forest creeps, lion eyes peer
out of the skull of the child
in whose veins the creature's blood pulses
and in whose heart beats the terror
of the victim/she-cat for life and cubs.
Fingers claw/claws finger the air.
Unmoved Alice sits on Banshee --
mounted lithe and tall.
Updated December 17,2007