the heidi files.

the heidi files.
If you write it all down it doesnt exist...
wait it's 1984 come to life
we willingly freely and almost readily provide our most inner details served fresh and with precise amounts of truth, envy, and wrath.

I lead an interesting and full life, which I purposly complicated with a family. I make 10,000 lists, stay up too late almost everynight, love NPR and W Magazine and am a lover of beautiful people...I am a lucky girl with insightful means, watch out becasue I will surely surprise you.

"We all grow up someday, we might as well know what we want" [little women]

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

a girl you can chase, but you cannot catch

reveals more of her heart in the first ten seconds then a a long weekend with the one you love.
capture this strange scenario of moments and replay on a loud speaker.
you will sound like you are drowning.
the feeling will repeat.
Darling, I want one please.
         

Monday, November 21, 2011

pick apart.

 Indulgence, is short and sweet... picking out the littlest things. What to listen to and what bracelet to wear.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Point Richmond with Bobina and Valentine

 

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Library reads for the week <3

 

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Hmm, well Hammer of the Gods, is nice bed time reading and I picked Freak Show out of interest in the nature of how they came to be, after reading a brief chapter I realized how closely related the book was to the class I am in right now on Cultural Competency…Its amazing how the premise of a Freak Show was to gasp and awe in “horror” over the sometimes alarming or challenging oddities of a person’s disability.

Next up…Letters by Ayn Rand…again <3 and I cannot believe I found Island of the Blue Dolphins! I remember it so clearly again…

Friday, September 23, 2011

You should try so hard

I drive away.
I don't look to far behind.
Our time is short, and never with a goodbye.
I try and tell myself, hey this is how it is supposed to be...
But in the back of my head I know this is transitional for me

You are in your place,  you know where you want to be
I am in between. Wishing it were clean. Wishing the insides of my life were
so clear cut. As to labeled Left or Right. But fair not little Libra the road is never clearly marked

Thursday, September 22, 2011

I have been asked a lot lately about why I do not eat pork...
I generally joke it off, that my Mom made tough pork chops as a kid, but if you have even had the pleasure of enjoying my Mother's food you would know that is not entirely true...

Somewhere in between a phase and a habit the act of not consuming pork became dutiful and purposeful...

When I have my youngest and his little feet on my lap I still indulge in the curious little nursery rhyme..."this little piggy went to market, this little piggy went home, and this little piggy got roast beef and this little piggy got none! And this piggy cried wee wee all the way home..." So that got me thinking, is this nursery rhyme just that or the author implying that a Pig eat a Cow? I mean what does the pig want with the roast beef? He must be an asshole? So I had to investigate...and turns out the language/wording is just reflective of the people coming up with the rhymes...check out this link Mother Goose History

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

ween sarah ween

Your buttons are as large as your eyes.
I wish you would sleep little sister.
My heart has panic, my brain does not rest...

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Spillover

Don't shit where you sleep.
 Is that how it goes or is there a loop hole for this scenario when you have passed the point of no return and have shit all over yourself... Then in that moment is it ok to shit where you sleep, (being a degree better then defecating all over yourself)?

Well fuck if I know. 
 I wanna scream this sediment to so many people right now, try and understand them, but in my quest for finding empathy I only to find apathy.
 It would settle my stomach far better then judgement or bias.
Life seems to be this cluster fuck of disarray these days and as much as I can see that I have changed and grown with my reactions to the situations I am experiencing, I still feel emotionally drained by these experiences- how to truly separate myself from the noise is a strained concept.

I can hear this mental update in my head telling what I need to do get it together, but writing it all down makes it seem real.
 Fuck...transparency such a frightful concept...

Stop hanging out with people who drain the life out of you and are never going to get it together

Write, Read and play music more and worry less about drama including checking your phone like you are going thru crack withdrawals



Sunday, July 24, 2011

The 'Gossip Chair' is back! After a long departure from my collection, this piece is finally home! The cushion is recovered in a fun pattern that has a heavy grainy feel! Oooohh! This makes me want to get a land-line and sit for a while!
                            Roar! Childhood is bliss..If only I could feed some of my worries to this dinosaur

Monday, March 21, 2011

Love After Love

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror,
Sit. Feast on your life.

                                     -Derek Walcott

anxiety. in your heart. in your brain.

anxiety. in your heart. in your brain.

Art By Liz McGrath

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