“The most important thing for everyone in Gringolandia is to have ambition and become ‘somebody,’ and frankly, I don’t have the least ambition to become anybody.”

Frida Kahlo

in the end, we are all just holy ghosts,

ghosts who sometimes want to feel, or be seen, or be felt by others who are also seeking, whether they know it or not — whether they become known forever after or become, forever unknown — to us.

if anyone were to speculate — or attempt to draw definitions or executive summaries about me — as one particular, ambitionless, ghostly being

as a mother, poet, crone and Earthling — about my collection of words, opinions, ideas, poems, photos, ephemera, art, beliefs or altars — now, or when i’m dead and gone,

— in the end, and at the beginning,
this is and was, always a place for me to fundamentally
better understand

my Self — for my self & by my self.

for me,

to try to understand my relationship to Others, to the World, to the Earth;

and also,

for me,

to try to understand my relationship to my creativity – the conception, process and act of creating

and finally,

to try to understand this strange existence, in and of itself.

no one else has ever been essential to experience, interact with, interpret, interrogate or validate any of it — of mine, ever — yet, they are welcomed to do so — if they happen upon me

yet, my nearest and dearests don’t even know this collection exists