There’s something I’d like my readers to know. Writing is risky. It reveals parts of myself I do not even know yet, and others you or I will presume to know that are not what they appear to be. I do not overthink it. My mentors were courageous and instilled that in me. I am grateful.
I write from a felt place that runs deep. Sometimes the words pour out of me, and I’m certain they came from somewhere else. Other times I’m so deep into contemplation that I fling a question into the sky without thinking of the full ramifications. (Forgive me.) Once in a while I sit down as a forty two year old Tanya and write something usefully mundane.
To write from a place of perceived truth, slippery consciousness, and great love is risky. Sometimes, it all muddles together and our commonalities blend so well. The heart opens. This is a place for me to write about humanity, society, and ordinary moments. Coincidences, synchronicities, and the tension between what we can understand and that which is always a little out of reach.
Like constellations, seemingly unrelated encounters light up together and form the outline of something almost a picture. I capture only what I can. We bear common human conditions…always in the weeds, finding extraordinary treasures.
This place is wild. It takes my breath away when the sun lights things up just so. Tumbling through gravity and levity and the often mundane. We relate, and to relate is to suffer, though sometimes thrive. Our struggle is finessing it all into a modicum of balance.
If you ever feel I’ve written about you, or something seems like it left my fingertips and rode on the jet stream straight into your waiting heart, write to me, or come and talk to me. My writing, even when it’s fueled by all the righteous rage of Lilith, is always meant as a foray into greater connection, more love, and in search of answers that will hold us up through darker times. There is enough division already. That is not my wheelhouse.
Know there are times when the whole world around you is so in sync with your own perspective, hopes, dreams, and constraints, that just by listening to the whole damn world I’ve captured it, articulated it, and perhaps pondered it just the same as you. Sometimes I’ll just fucking nail it, and sometimes I’ll be on the opposite side of the very same coin, looking at it from a different angle, and sometimes that might make you feel a little unsure.
My ears are open. My heart is open. I’m here.