Words are my milk and my blood,
my saliva, my tongue, my breath.
Words are my pitfalls and my pit stops
and whenever I am lost, 
I am sure to find myself, again and again, and again.
Through day, through night, through black, through white.
Words are my darkness and words are my light.

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Bones Book

I'm currently in the process of working on a three part book, one of which is slowly, very slowly, forming into an ending. I started this book in 2011, with no conscious intention that it would lead into a three part series. The book is a collection of my notebooks from the last three years and is a personal memoir of life, love and longings; a confession from the bones, skin and teeth of a woman in search of what it is that she really wants.
 Do women ever know what it is that they truly want? 
Our expression of it is our searching for it. 
Sometimes we get it right, and sometimes we get it wrong.
Sometimes we make good choices, and sometimes we make bad ones.
Never stop searching. Never stop expressing. 
We are incomplete without freedom. 
Find your voice. Know your voice. 
Find your bones and know thy bones.
Want to know what it is that you truly want?
Venture down that valley unto the river that runs of blood.
Discover your teeth, discover your tongue.
Discover the woman, you truly long to become.
We are allowed to be ugly too, you know.
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