Do Not Go Quietly Into That Good Night of Distance

 I once thought all of the good had left the world once you weren’t in mine anymore.  I once thought good and love would never again come.  But now I have my son, who is proof this was untrue.  Now I have my son, who my world revolves around.  So if you’re ever thinking of me some weird Sunday you decide to remember God or Love or both, just know that I am in the throes of love, real and true.  I know you said you’d always care about me, as though to let me go once and for all, but this is the measure of how far love goes and how it translates into new blooms and how it settles in the fingers like moving, kinetic sand, clarity and truth the solid and time slipping through like silicone.  Though I loved you dearly, we never were as grand, as deep, as all this. Yet I still hear your voice through static worn old with cobwebs and distance and time. And God only knows the meaning of all that. I hope you find this in some indirect and inoffensive way.

Erika

I MISS YOU VOVI!

 I would have traded all of this writing and praise for a friend to talk to on the phone.  For anyone dear from back then to come into now and ask how I’m doing.  It’s not the worst question.  It’s the best one.

When everything fails, I at least know there’s a little version of me, this cool miracle walking around representing me wherever he goes.  That I don’t take for granted, maybe because he’s at my breast.

So sweet, Max, my life, Minha Vida.  Nosso Rei.

Sasha Gray

 “Scattered Sasha

June 23, 2020  · 

Some days I look around and wonder how in the firetruck I got here. What path did I take that lead me to this particular point in my world.

I’m pretty sure it was the one with ruts, curves, and potholes and the signs were worn out and couldn’t be read.

But I decided to forge on, heading out on an unplanned adventure just to see where it took me.

Apparently it took me here.

Life is funny that way.

It’s an unpredictable, beautiful, terrifying, rebellious ride, and yes, you can get off any time you like, but I want a front seat every single time.

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Wherever the untamed roads take me, I’m willing to go….I don’t want to wait to be invited, I don’t want to worry about fitting in, or apologize because the puzzle pieces of my soul don’t match the ones laid out before me.

I want to live in the stillness, and I want to live in the chaos. I want to feel the wind beneath my wings and discover wild souls that inspire me to greatness.

I want to calm the storm when it’s at its wildest, and breathe in the magic when the moon dances with the stars. I want to destroy the illusions that tell me I’m less than worthy of all my wishes and dreams and then remind them all that this woman…

THIS WOMAN walks with her head held high, her soul bared for all to love, with power in each step and glory held in her hands.

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These words are what I call my ‘manifesto’….which declares my intentions, to myself or anyone that reads them. I only know a handful of people that have written something similar because it’s not something we even think about.

We’re too busy trying to figure out what pants to wear and if they’re clean to stop and think about dreams and hopes, wishes and magic.

But wouldn’t the world be a little cooler, and maybe a little more understanding if we all wrote our manifesto….telling the world what we wanted from life if we had the choice.

I imagine business cards printed, and when you met someone new, you’d hand them one (and they’d actually take the 30 seconds to read it), and then they’d know.

They’d know your heart. They’d know your dreams, and the way you declared your life to be.

But the list of "criteria" for living a good life seems to be a check list of material successes:

Job ✓

Home ✓

Family ✓

Car ✓

I'm waiting for someone to ask me if I'm...

Happy

At peace

Confident

Having Fun....

Let’s change the world, ok?

Let’s begin by declaring the way you want to live this life you’ve been given…this one life where you can have days filled with magic, and a little glitter tossed in to make them sparkle.

What’s your manifesto?

How to you want to LIVE?

Glitter & Grace,

Sasha“

 I am never alone. 

 Please stop gawking at my chest.  It’s embarrassing.  Just stop!

Thank you!

Erika