- Juleitte, Georgia, USA
- January 02
- Just me. An aging southern hippy chick.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Veterans Day 2014, A love
November 11, 2014 09:44PM
- Time and Mayans
October 20, 2014 06:30PM
- My creation myth goes as
October 13, 2014 09:25PM
- The Edge
October 12, 2014 09:11PM
September 21, 2014 09:05AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Write on!
evidence KK is a reincarnated
goddess. You have brought it
November 20, 2014 06:55AM
- “Just Thinking expressed
very well the direction of
thoughts. Some of these
November 16, 2014 08:41AM
- “"Those are harsh words
and in some ways I deserve
want to just
November 14, 2014 09:18PM
- “Sugar is my root
foods are made by an industry
November 14, 2014 10:30AM
- “I've had a story
somewhat similar percolating
for years and
it is one of my
November 13, 2014 08:05PM
- MY LINKS
I have struck all kinds of poses on Veterans Day thru the years I’ve been married to CC. I’ve been the good wife, trailing behind him to overly nationalistic and hawkish affairs, I’ve been the journalist and the blogger, always the hippie to his hero.
%IMAG… Read full post »
Almost two years ago at my church's annual solstice service, I was asked to deliver the message. Since my last post generated a lot of interest about my daykeeping activities, I decided to post what I wrote for the December 21, 2012 service. Without further ado....
Welcome to my church this… Read full post »
This is a reference guide to the basic story I tell myself everyday using the 20 Mayan Day signs. My associations with the days signs comes from studying a wide variety of Mayan scholars' and thinker’s interpretations. Onto this, each day I create my own cognitive connections base… Read full post »
"Seek water” was the assignment emanating from the sacred Mayan calendar today. I put my kayak on my truck and tied it down. This is a very empowering deed for a woman in her late fifties to heft a 14 foot kayak on her truck, tie it securely and… Read full post »
At the Ocmulgee Indian Festival, I brought out my old Cannon carmera that I gave up when the iPhone cameras started packing as many megapixels as the Cannon. Now I have quit carrying my iPhone, my 16 year old child has taken it over. I am learning to walk away… Read full post »
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,