My relationship with my mother has always felt like the most complicated relationship of my life. I know I have a lot more writing to do on this.
I'd like to imagine that "dreamoir" becomes a subgenre of nonfiction, maybe ultimately because I'd love to read many more dreamoirs by other writers - poets and memoirists especially.
I wish to be a cat. I like to imagine I was a cat in a past life.
I love indices! They are poetry in and of themselves, depending on the book.
I imagine there's an undercurrent of the impact of early religious teachings and my break from what I was taught and expected to perform if I wanted to be considered normal in my family of origin.
Overwhelm, panic, and wanting to flee were states of being in my everyday life as I tried to figure out life on my own, in the city I had grown up in, after an entire life made in Olympia, Washington for the eight years previous.
The women in my family - my grandmother and my mother - have been both sources of comfort and terror. Protection was not always available.
I pay attention as much as I can. I try to surround myself with other women with magical powers and a lot falls under the heading "magical powers."
Synchronicities fall under the "magic" heading to me.
To me, magic is everywhere.
Cats connote sexuality in standard dream dictionaries.
