Author: Marianne Simon
Published on July 03, 2023
Tasting Green
Earlier this year, I decided I wanted to get away for a month, a real sabbatical. To leave Los Angeles with its traffic and noise and a pattern of living so ingrained. At first, there […]
Published on June 28, 2023
Beyond Unraveling
It is beyond unraveling. It is a twirly top after the string has been pulled. The tower card in Tarot where it all comes tumbling down. It is a profound grief and regret at choices […]
Published on May 09, 2023
Re-Wilding Body
Slowly, she whispers, feel into me slowly. I am a miracle and yet you are ignorant. I am not your accomplishment or your achievement. Know me, slowly. The miracle of a million functions a day, […]
Published on February 22, 2023
He’s Interested in Me – Part 2
I’d barely posted part one of this story, when there was already more to tell. It had been a few days since our last communication and I had that ‘butterflies in my tummy feeling,’ wondering when, if, […]
Published on February 17, 2023
He’s Interested in Me.
My wooden steps were on the brink of collapsing, and a construction crew finally showed up last week to replace them. As they were getting set up, all I could think of was how relieved […]
Published on January 26, 2023
Paralyzed
Not sure how to move forward. My right is so comfortable and sure-footed. My left, unsure, confused. Can’t quite remember how to move forward unbound. I am asking them to align, to move in synchronicity. As partners. But […]
Published on January 22, 2023
We Stutter and Stall
It is coming. The next shift. The next movement in this thing that is my life. It starts to take shape. A figure rising from the mist. It has to do with putting the writing […]
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Shades of Red
An ensemble of amazingly brave, beautiful women sharing life’s experiences, lessons, and evolution. Join us on February 11, Live in Los Angeles. It’s where fierce female voices turn life into art by sharing our stories. […]
Published on October 29, 2022
Shadows of Silk
Smooth shadows of silk brush along her legs. She is seven years old and her mother has finished sewing her first gown. It is pale blue with silver pleats and feels like butterflies against her […]
Published on October 25, 2022
Winter Hours – Most Unpredictable
I felt Her closing up shop last night. After weeks and months of being on display, open and wide, She was done. “Close me up. Put me away for a while. Let me eat my […]
