Vade Retro Me, Satana ~Latin for~Get off my back, Satan Generational Transmission Welcome to my second installment of My Mother’s Story and Mine. The poem, Old Satan He’s My Dad was an expression of my mother’s heartbreak after being devastated by abuse and abandonment. My grandmother learned to survive, never truly adapting to the trauma. Newspaper […]
The Sound of Silence
Sonus Silentii~ Latin for Sound ~of Silence Generational Silence “I don’t know where to start or how to bear this heart. But I see where I’ve become what’s been done to me” chants singer-songwriter Alana Levandoski. She and James Finley, a former Trappist Monk, combined their heart’s work in Sanctuary, an album dedicated to healing […]
Radical Ambiguity
Revolution begins… as a romantic idea embedded deep within the query of one’s soul and like all projections, we believe revolution takes place outside us. One inevitably discovers, though some never do, that its beginning and its end remain rooted inside us. Unfortunately, the projection tends to be too intoxicating to notice the subtlety.
The Efficacious Skill of Flirtation – Calling Forth the Muse
Perhaps due in part to Western culture placing so much emphasis on our individual autonomy rather than the connected collective; perhaps Victorian and/or fundamentalist values have assaulted this aptitude of discovery, either way, human beings flirt. It’s what we do and we do it with creativity spawning a range from ideas to disaster. It is in our genetic code.
Free Diver
The cavernousThe blueSo darkIt was almost blackTrapped this deepDesireto betransportedUpOut The subterraneanHIDDENin the corner of the seaGenerational chainsrusted around my anklesand armsWere unlocked A voice spokeNo longerlive in the depthsEmergingto the surfaceEver…so slowly Adjustingmy sightand breathingThe atmospheric pressure Had compressedmy eyes and lungs The Free Diver who came from air Leads me Crystal AnzaloneNovember 8, 2007
Stepping Out of Hiding and Into the Light
OBCULTATIO ~ Latin for hiding, concealment“That we write our story lest someone else write it for us.” James Hollis Paradox: Starting with the Epilogue in understanding the Prologue: The Generational Series I am a wounded healer by vocation, a mental health therapist. Part of the therapy that I offer clients is telling their story through […]
The Culling of The Muse
The horizon has always been before me, stretching out with a sustained potential. It offered a promise in a language now foreign to me, yet fluent to me as a youth. The invitation the horizon extended to me never waned, and while my fear refused its seduction, it never ceased its wooing.