Monthly Archives: November 2016

The lost art of keeping my mouth shut

Introversion is dominant in my family. My mother was an extrovert and used to excel at filling the ample silences provided by the rest of us. When she died, I felt myself stepping into her role in that regard, even … Continue reading

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Despair, fear, and the decision to hope. — Kōtukutuku in spring

My beautiful friend has pertinent words for these times ❤ I used to see myself as a hopeful person. I was always seeing opportunities to plant seeds of change. I had a dream for a future where we cared for … Continue reading

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It’s been over seven months since I moved out of my house with minimal possessions (which for a bellydancer means an extensive spreadsheet documenting what is stored at the houses of which friends and family members), not knowing where I … Continue reading

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