I want to write about savage beasts in jungles of the psyche.
I want to write about savage beasts in jungles of the psyche, the heart, the everyday.
I want to write about red ambitions and sloppy ways of getting one’s desires fulfilled and the turmoil of perpetual wanting.
I want to write about hunger. Hungry souls. Hungry eyes, pockets, bellies, sexing.
I want to surrender to the feelings and shapes of words and not stop until I am clearly heard by myself and my God.
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This is the first time I've publicly spoken about the "living death" I experienced in the Fall of 2018. I went to the darkest place of my being—panic attacks, identity crisis, loss, disillusionment and… incredible awe. GRACE.
Here’s a beautiful notion to consider: You already have a lot of what you want, in places you may have overlooked, in different packaging than you may have expected, and hidden in plain sight.