- Juleitte, Georgia, USA
- January 02
- Just me. An aging southern hippy chick.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Refighting the Civil War
September 09, 2014 12:45AM
- Inspired to Rant
September 02, 2014 02:26PM
- Not quite done
August 14, 2014 04:19PM
- Life and Death. Choices
August 12, 2014 09:56AM
July 26, 2014 05:27PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Citizen Journalism at
- “Oh, holy cow.”
- “I wish I knew what to
say. Love and light on your
And the winged ones
- “I was a bit hesitant to
read this. I wasn't sure I was
to read about your
September 16, 2014 10:59AM
- “The more I get to know
my trees, the more protective
about them. My
September 16, 2014 10:49AM
- MY LINKS
Oh my Goddess, how blandly we talk of killing more people and
how southerners are sick in the head and depraved.
Oh my Goddess. The things I am reading. I have been afraid of living here in the South as some of these white people got prouder and prouder of their… Read full post »
“My one regret is that I did not serve my country in
What a crock of shit. My one regret is I did not FIGHT IN A WAR?
Who are you kidding? Do you understand what war is? It… Read full post »
Life and Death. Choices.
I believe a person has the right to take their own life. Last night we had company when we heard of Robins Williams' death by suicide. A man I admire very much seemed to think suicide is never the right decision because of the people who… Read full post »
I am a vessel of thoughts and feelings which must be siphoned off at regular intervals. These thoughts and feelings come in torrents, currents of life passing through me. I want all of these currents of life to be assimilated into my version of reality. I want it all to… Read full post »
He changed her operating system,
Taking Joy, Leaving Guilt;
Building and Dwelling there.
He was a snake handler.
Finding Them in her mind,
Teasing Them out,
Having his fill.
He was an interogrator,
mining for Cracks,
plying Them… Read full post »
My heart, the sacred center of my self, is a living place. The brain focuses our mental perception of our environment, but our hearts resonate with the whole of the universe.
Is becoming a butterfly painful? Cells grow and split on every level, reshaping and reforming.
If you want to know something definitive about rock and roll, reading this is not going to enlighten you. I can’t even carry a tune.
But I grew up in a town were the seeds of Southern Rock, the Blues, Funk and Soul were all sown. I grew to… Read full post »
The metaphor for today is serpent. Chicchan is the Mayan word for serpent or snake, and it embodies the idea of energy and evolution. Chicchan is thought of as an energetic force which is often referred to as Blood Lightning. The concept is analogous to Kundalini from eastern worl… Read full post »
sacred Tzolkin calendar informs her followers that today is Kan, a
day for planting seeds and/or contemplating the meaning of "seed
sowing" on as many different levels as one can find. This day of
“freedom and fertility” occurs in a never ending twenty
I… Read full post »
Late last July, we walked out of from a VA appointment stunned. They wanted CC to go through a thirty day, residential rehab - not to get him off the mega doses of narcotics they had been prescribing to him for several years now - but as a condition to continue taking/… Read full post »
Almost a year ago, I vowed to leave Georgia. Since then I have found out a lot about leaving, or maybe I should say, intending to leave - since I am still here. My intention to depart this area sent shockwaves into every area of my life.
I’ve been here… Read full post »
I feel obligated to make a wish every time I see a log truck. I don’t know the origin of this touch-something-blue-and-make-a-wish obsession; but I have been doing it for most of my life.
Living in timber territory, I get the opportunity to make lots of wishes.
Dealing with CC hurts because if I let myself be in the least bit vulnerable; I get torn to shreds. When he gets in PTSD mode, no information is transferred or accepted nicely.
Being aid, assistant and wife for a combat wounded Veteran Marine who has a brittle forty year… Read full post »
I have tread lightly on this subject before, but I am going more fully in depth of why when I blog, I call myself poetTESS. Using poetTess as my moniker embarrasses me. I always emphasize the Tess part of it because it seems mighty presumptuous to call myself poet.
The… Read full post »
I read online a few weeks ago about the party which takes place the last evening of the Zona Rosa retreat. This is an annual party full of those of the literary ilk. I told my Mama about it and the first thing she said was,
"What are… Read full post »
We all have little pockets of time,
It hasn't escaped my notice that it has rained ever since Governor Perdue publicly prayed for rain sometime late last year. I've been none too pleased with the results. Oh - I love the rain, and the thought of our aquifers filling back up, seeing our rivers flowing, having the… Read full post »
Georgia is mighty green this year. Really green and beautiful.
I am transported to the Georgia of my youth before years of drought squeezed the verdant lushness out of this place summer after summer.
When I was a kid, it was semi-tropical around here. Humid was a word often… Read full post »
CC had gum surgery at the VA Hospital today. We go there almost every week so it hardly seems a big deal anymore. I know we'll be in the land of long straight halls and veterans, every shape, color, size, diabiility and malady.
Surgery and CC are not things I look… Read full post »
The Very Bad Pain Clinic, otherwise known as Rehab always smells of urine. And I hate walking back into its depths. I always feel like I am witnessing something too personal.
The first back room has people lying on beds with clean white sheets. They are being r… Read full post »
The last time I wrote about the VA,
it was like one of those National Embarrassment Issues.
This blog entry is here to balance the reporting a bit.
Because I am grateful for the benefits and compensation supporting my family.
&nbs… Read full post »