Tonight I am grateful to feel so tired that my eyes are closing as I begin to type this final task of the day. I am grateful for the oncoming bliss of unconsciousness.

I am grateful for all the ways I grinded up against people today, though not once in the way I fancy that I most desire.

Im grateful desire is such a wild mysterious mistress, a lady of the vast unconscious only making herself known in bits and pieces mostly.

I am grateful to be working on a project about the mother wound – the byproduct of the suppressed feminine skills of feeling and sensing. I am grateful to notice how much emotional…