A praying mantis inches it’s way up
my pink stucco wall
It seeks no destination
For only we seek happiness
When happiness is in the journey itself.
Sitting in front of the fire pit
I dug for us to kindle our new friendship
Today I dig it deeper still
to rekindle memories of happy times
instead of all the sorrow.
Deanna Joy 8-27-16
I have a beautiful little box, a recent birthday gift from a loving friend, which I call my GOD box. I keep it in a special place and when I have something or someone to which or to whom I am unwilling to surrender my will, I write it on a little piece of paper and put it in the box, thus surrendering it over to GOD’s will to be done. From then on, I never take it out!
Here I am in the 2016 Santa Fe Pride Parade!
This article reads like the nightmare I lived in since I was around age five.
Reblogged from everyday feminism
Deanna Joy Hallmark
Posted in Advocacy, Feminism, Growing Up
Tagged cisgender, feminism, gender, gender identity, girl, memory, objectification, survival, transgender, trauma, women