After years of healing, why does the body remember a painful day before the mind catches up?
After years of healing, why does the body remember a painful day before the mind catches up?
I was reminded of a strange dream I had a few years ago after recently watching the brilliant French film MARTYRS, and of course also manage to tie this back to Lady Gaga.
you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone is the gift that keeps on giving. when i lived in france with my parents, backdropped with the jura mountains all fresh air, trees and snow, i enjoyed every moment of it because something told me it would be a long time before i got to…
packers came today and put all of the possessions my family will keep into a container, soon to brave the wild tsunami-threatened oceans for sri lanka. moving day is always strange for me. i realised today that i have more attachment to the things that make up our home than the home itself. a carved…
i don’t like movies with ghosts. or dead people who rise up and start speaking. after wendy’s death and my ongoing relationship with her and other Spirits, i find it extremely disrespectful to frighten people with such images. it is because of these types of movies that when i mention Spirits and Angels, people get…
written on a postcard of a picture of a sunny day on one half, and snow on the second half, both days taking place consecutively on the blank space that has a thin layer of ice cuz it’s so cold today: maybe if i can sweet talk you good enoughyou will stop this vicious revenge…
written on a postcard of an aerial view of granada and the alhambra, where you can see the bridge where we got married on the blank space: there’s no place like homethere’s no place like homethere’s no place like home where the stamp would go it says:thoiry, franceapril 30, 2006i’m clicking my red shoes together…