In honor of the last day of my daily writing challenge, I am reconnecting with the same topic I wrote about on the first day: desire. Here's the original post. That day, I asked an important question. Can desire be trusted? Here are a few things I've learned about desire this month: 1) Desire is… Continue reading On Desire (revisited)
We all watched Shrek and fell in love with the characters, humor, and revolutionary animation style. I saw it for the first time in the theater with my grandfather. I was entranced. It was the first time I'd seen such realistic animation, and I was completely enamored with the fart jokes, hilarious donkey, and tale… Continue reading On Shrek
Honestly, it was the most fun I've had in awhile. I sat on the porch of a cafe this afternoon, eating banana bread and sipping a café con leche, and writing about the people I saw. Here are some of the 'characters' that inspired me today. Old guy with defined abs drives a golf cart… Continue reading On People
I'm a female musician. That means that in addition to being an incredible musician, I have to be beautiful and toned to be respected. When male hosts introduce me before I come onstage, they often say "the beautiful and talented Siena," as if somehow saying that I'm beautiful is an adequate introduction to my music.… Continue reading On Body Image
Scruffy, angelic white puffs blow in the wind outside my plane window. My sister says it's an invasive species. It seems ludicrous that something so beautiful could be so violent. We take off, and the white puffs give way to dead grass, then an expanse of grey sky. I'm thinking about elementary school birthday parties… Continue reading On Flight
I have all these books on my bedside table that I never read, but...
quiet rage beginning to announceher speechless marriage sweeping through, screaming their Names dancing then, afteronly after only after
are the only thing keeping me from falling apart ! One small barrier (between me and the world) : The one thing that separates me from the dream. My dreams were preferable to this . Much softer and filled with more desire.
there is a time to rest among the soft flowers [they exist whether you are there or not]