Photo of author Mecca Woods from her website, My Life Created
Mecca Woods’ new book came into my life the exact moment I needed it. Astrology for Happiness and Success, with its calming blue cover, made it into my hands as a particularly hectic and deracinating summer was ending but not without wreaking havoc on my physical, emotional, and spiritual wellbeing.
This book helped put me back on course.
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The heart has four chambers; everyone seems to be aware of that.
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...maybe this playlist is a small gift I can give that helps, that heals.
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Photograph by Mary Ann Thomas
Description: On one flight in the spring, I visited Denver for only a few days.
I started to hate flying. It took me a few years to say those words out loud, but when I did, I started to believe them. I hate flying, I thought, and I became someone who hated flying. The girl in me who always took the window seat and who gazed outwards at cloud textures and Lego cities, who loved the pull of her body against the seat back on take-off, and who always talked to the stranger next to her, was gone. In her place was a woman who said, I hate flying, and couldn’t explain why.
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Christo Dagorov
Besides, my new roommate terrifies me. She is prowling throughout the small bedroom like a caged tiger, snarling at the hospital staff and taunting them. I’m convinced that if I so much as glance at her, her attention will shift from the nurse sitting still as a statue outside our door to me, so I stare straight ahead at the wall. Sleepy waves of deep plum and blueish teal swell and curve along the wall and I slump further and further into my thin mattress. My eyes feel heavy; my head feels heavy; I feel heavy. My roommate is throwing her things into the hall, and the nurse sounds like she has finally been coaxed into action. I am light years away, bobbing through the murky fog in my head.
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COURTESY OF TOBY BURROWS
Yes, I am a fat girl. Yes, I am a lazy girl. I have heel spurs. May they ache some more. Suffering is the sole root of my consciousness. So, how have I been 100 lbs overweight? 100 lbs that has made my metabolism and hormones permanently out of whack, and gave my face a beard thatI had to shave every day? Oh yes, suffering is the sole root of my consciousness. My consciousness began with a lie, a lie that I should be treated like a human being.
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Patty Maher
The people you love will quit letting you love them. People will call you a slut. You’ll get arrested. You’ll be labeled a moral degenerate. You’ll never be able to run for office. Doctors will think you’re out for scrips. Your pain will be misinterpreted.
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Maren Klemp
"Well when I was in parochial school we used to stuff comic books in our Bibles to read during religion class. We liked to draw dicks on the characters. This one time I drew this huge dick on a villain who had a human body with a moose head. It was so perfect I started laughing. You should have seen that nun’s face when she saw me laughing hysterically in Religion class. When she scurried over and found that comic between the Bible pages her face turned so red I thought it was about to explode. The entire time while she beat me with her ruler I couldn’t stop laughing."
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