the struggle to be-come again in a decaying system
It's a good thing that I truly don't give a rats ass about Christmas or the Holidays because there is no standard for me that says if I don't do this celebration, I am somehow lacking something. I asked one of our neighbors who has been divorced for 30 years what she was doing at... Continue Reading →
A story begins where it begins. Tomorrow my story may begin 40 years ago but today it begins here. I sat in the back of the cop car, handcuffed, watching through a blur of tears and window bars as the landscape of my life disappeared. The house faded behind the trees as we sped down... Continue Reading →
Today, Sunday October 25, is the first day of 'daylight savings times'.. where we arbitrarily decide to apply our labels to the seasonal phenomena because it facilitates the techno-plastic way we have of living from children having to get on buses or trains or in cars or walking alongside traffic, to learn.. to adults who a... Continue Reading →
A story begins where it begins. Tomorrow my story may begin 40 years ago but today it begins here. I sat in the back of the cop car, handcuffed, watching through a blur of tears and window bars as the landscape of my life disappeared. The house faded behind the trees as we sped down... Continue Reading →
ATTRACTION, SYNCHRONICITY, SURRENDER I will need somewhere to live soon be it in two or 12 months. This place will be sold and the bank gets nearly all of the proceeds. When I share this, it's interesting and sometimes amusing hearing the suggestions, concerns that people come up with from different paradigms. A relative said... Continue Reading →
I just got off the phone with a lady from the Council Housing [now known as Homemove Allocations Team ha ha]. I filled out a long application form in May 2013 and received a letter in Jan 2014 telling me that it wasn't processed due to a 'technical error' With caring for my parents and... Continue Reading →
I used to go to church in the Spanish girls' cells. One of the women in our pod was a pastor. She held prayer meetings. A lot of crying and wailing went on and they had these songs they'd sing, like I'd never heard before, with a particular harmony and rhythm that felt alien at... Continue Reading →
The Pod is the collective word for the room containing a day room and cells. In each Pod there is a power system which is based on some very simple algorithms. He/She who can provide the most needed service, from translation to food...rules. Maria - Bilingual, 50ish, Hispanic Seasoned jail time - Lulu - 38... Continue Reading →
There was a schedule for TV, but Lulu overrode it and for the most part the pod was peaceful, so the officers let it slide. She and Christiani loved hip hop and would switch channels and turn up the volume full blast. I hate that kind of noise. It disturbs my spirit. After living in the peace... Continue Reading →
