I'm in funky town.
The root of my funk is unclear, but I know there are a few contributing factors:
It could be that I'm completely frustrated, exhausted and annoyed with living in chronic pain.
It could be the new hormones I’m trying to slow the growth of endometriosis.
It could quite…
The first time I visited Eden Garden State Park
I didn't know it would become my middle ground.
I didn’t know that after each blood work, medical scrutiny, and procedure
I would be leaving my doctor’s appointment wearing a cloak of sorrow.
I didn’t know I would be catapulted from one extreme to the next:
from the softness of…
My Easter Lilies are blooming—
TWO weeks after Easter.
They are “late” but “on time”
Each one renouncing the calendar
using their own internal time-recorder
to open their white lips and
slowly reveal its inside.
Easter Lilies are beautiful,
But they stink
And here, as in life, lies the challenge:
finding the balance—
The beauty in grit .
Their stench and their beauty won’t last.
In a matter…
There are three new holes in my belly.
There are four others -
One from a tubal ligation in 2009
Two from a hysterectomy in 2014
And another from an embolization in 2019.
They have all healed and faded somewhat
And serves as a reminder that Endometriosis is a battle-
The inside…
Yesterday, I sunbathed in my backyard.
It was wild and unlike me. My body drank in the sun, and within minutes I was loose, my skin felt soft and free and so dam natural. “How is it, in my 38 years of living, hadn’t I done this before?” I thought.
The answer was…