Tonight

Photo Credit: Lynn Camson

Dear Stranger,

I'm sorry. I'm all raindrops and overcast. Heavy skies tonight. I own a even heavier heart. This photo is giving me away tonight.

This sort of shit

Dear Stranger,

How do you really cure yourself of this sort of shit? Damnit.

a hundred and eight

Dear Stranger,

There are said to be 108 lies that humans tell, 108 earthly desires in mortals, 108 stages of the journey of a human soul and 108 qualities of praiseworthy souls.

I've probably told people countless bull faced lies, can't shake off earthly desires (hah!) and don't even know where am I in my journey but I am glad to have stumbled upon some praise worthy souls. Some who aren't half-assed to live the life that they want.

These mala from Bali are from a good friend of mine. Now I just need to learn a good mantra, repeat it for 108 times (or more) and lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.

Love,
Maureen

I need something like this, Stranger.

“Go after her. Fuck, don’t sit there and wait for her to call. Go after her because that’s what you should do if you love someone, don’t wait for them to give you a sign because it might never come. Don’t let people happen to you, don’t let me happen to you, or her, she’s not a fucking television show or tornado. There are people I might have loved had they gotten on the airplane or run down the street after me or called me up drunk at four in the morning because they need to tell me right now and because they cannot regret this and I always thought I’d be the only one doing crazy things for people who would never give enough of a fuck to do it back or to act like idiots or be entirely vulnerable and honest and making someone fall in love with you is easy and flying 3000 miles on four days notice because you can’t just sit there and do nothing and breathe into telephones is not everyone’s idea of love but it is the way I can recognize it because that is what I do. Go scream it and be with her in meaningful ways because that is beautiful and that is generous and that is what loving someone is, that is raw and that is unguarded, and that is all that is worth anything, really.”

—	Harvey Milk

13th Friday

Dear Stranger,

I want nothing but his arms around me. Whisper to the Finnish boy that I want nothing but his arms around me. Sunsets make me yearn for him.

Maureen

Feeling crafty

So I've been making some of these beaded bookmarks, you think it's any good to sell?

Dear Stranger,

By mid-monsoon season
I am all raindrops.

I've been meaning to write more

honest letters in cursive. I've told myself to delicately connect words  to make a entire
confession about heavy July evenings like this
but I am sorry, I am simply drenched,
saturated in my own rain.


Until then,
Maureen