did you think i was a city
big enough for a weekend getaway
i am the town surrounding it
the one you’ve never heard of
but always pass through
there are no neon lights here
no skyscrapers or statues
but there is thunder
for i make bridges tremble
i am not street meat i am homemade jam
thick enough to cut the sweetest
thing your lips will touch
i am not police sirens
i am the crackle of a fireplace
i’d burn you and you still
couldn’t take your eyes off me
cause i’d look so beautiful doing it
i am not a hotel room i am home
i am not the whiskey you want
i am the water you need
don’t come here with expectations
and try to make a vacation out of me - Rupi Kaur
In 2014 I put my collection of poetry together to publish my first book, after being told for years that I needed to do it already. In 2015, one of my closest friends @libertad_y_desorden did me the honor of creating art work inspired by my stories.
In 2016 I went through a great morphing as I unknowingly went through a phase of intense depression. In that time, Wild Waters changed. I ended up in Puerto Rico and it kept changing. I stopped writing as much as I once did.
Everything shifted. The flow of life became this magical force dictated by the attention I gave to my breath. Life has been expansive, and I wondered when I would feel ready to let this go. To find completion. I guess there is no completion. This book is but a chapter of my life. The natural disasters of my spirit. Summer of incubation to release the rest of the projects I have been nesting for some time.
Letting go to make room for more 🖤 #wildwoman#wildwaters#iamanisland#thisislandislove#wolf#spirit#animaltotem#poetry#prose#saturnreturn#sagitarius
🏙 If you haven’t had a chance to explore Roosevelt Island in NYC, it’s worth a wander! Only a tram ride away from Manhattan (or a bus, a bike or a subway ride), this historic island was once home to a lunatic asylum, a smallpox hospital and a prison. The last convicts were moved off of the island in 1935 with the opening of the penitentiary on Riker’s Island. Notable prisoners include Emma Goldman (for the support of anarchism and birth control), Mae West (served an 8 day sentence on public obscenity charges for her play Sex), and Billie Holliday (age 13, served five months on prostitution charges). .
🚴🏼♀️ Today, you can easily bike around the island, visit the Blackwell Island Lighthouse, and the Franklin D. Roosevelt Four Freedoms Park.
Still from the short film “Now wakes the sea” directed by my dear friend @jacquelinecastel
Buddha once said suffering derives from desire, which fuels attachment and illusions. What lies beyond the conventional reality of this bitter sea which is a mere construct of our own mind? We enslave ourselves with a narrative, a pre-written script that manifests and disappoints itself because at the heart of it all is impermanence. Change is the only constant fact in this life. From nothing, to eternity. #quantummechanics#particlevswave#iamanisland#iamawave#whatthebleepdoweknow#ooeygooey#poopooonpoint
I’m in a real motherhood kinda space these days! I’m very aware that I am an island in a sea of men. I want to have more kids and they’ll probably be boys..that’s fine, wonderful really! But at dinner tonight the conversation made me feel very lonely. (Minus an almost ten month old smiling and clapping for no reason). My son, the older one, after a day of lavender fields, scavenger hunts, lavender treats, hand holding, smiles, lunch out with new friends, and gum....so much gum! He has the audacity to look me in the face and tell me he doesn’t feel love...rather “mama let’s talk about love...” him “ok I love love...” me
”I don’t feel like you give me love, and then that’s way I sometimes am mean to my brother cause I don’t have any to give to him!” First off my heart brakes because there is so much history with my health and not being there for him in all the ways I would’ve wanted to be in his first few years. Then I’m sad because of behavioral stuff I’ve been losing my temper more then I’d like to with him...like “don’t push your baby brother for the hundredth thousand time he’s a baby!!!” Or “I know you love him, but when you body slam him like that he could get really hurt!” “No I don’t know why he’s not crying he must be the toughest baby on the planet for that not to be hurting him!” Anyways, parenting is full on right now and I don’t have any pictures of beautiful beaches because it’s been raining here in paradise for what feels like months. This whole dinner conversation ended with him giving me hugs and kisses and saying “I love you too mama” but it sparked a “what about me!” I have a baby who looks at me and sparkles, and I know my 5 year old loves me and my husband does...but my days are full on giving all of myself to these three men and they just really don’t speak the same love language as me! Or maybe language language as me. With Mother’s Day around the corner I thought this quote was good. For all the mamas that hold it all together for the temperament of the family! And know they are so much more than just that one very special title. .