There once was a time where I knew where I was going in my life, of that I am sure. From those recently past days, I have notes and drawings and piles of self-wrought scripture, to follow without doubt as to the destination or the nature of the path I took. Everything was crystal clear, […]Read More Prayer, Pathways and Second Chances (or “Whatever the Hell is In Store for Me Next”)
I’ll admit it. I woke up this morning and when I sat down to write a post for AKA.CLouise, I had nothing. In fact, less than no idea on what to write, I just didn’t want to write. I felt empty somehow, like I was missing something, and like I was meant to be somewhere […]Read More Social Isolation and the Mystery of Daily Programming
It is often that I need to remind myself that I am worthy of happiness and that my being is not mutually exclusive from success. After pulling myself from my graduate program, I have felt an almost constant urge to do more, to push myself harder, to be better than I am. Which sounds great, […]Read More A Little Pep-Talk to the Self
Today I walked around the city of Santa Monica and relished the feeling of being up and out of bed before 1 P.M. for the first time in a couple weeks. The official reason was to do that money-juggling aerobics thing that one does when there is just barely enough money to pay rent, but […]Read More Liberation is… A Trip to the Library
…I was clay with eyes only to observe, no voice, moving on a conveyor belt through a crumbling factory with the word “prestigious” written on it in blue graffiti…Read More To Mourn A Dying Dream
“…When the entire building is rotten from foundation to ceiling, even the floorboards must be shorn away…”Read More To The Hopeless, with love.
…I am a Queen born to birth a society of royals where ‘they’ – in their ignorance – could conceive only of a utopia, enslaved…Read More To Honor the Inner Child.