Tarot is so interesting to me. It mixes numerology, symbology, serendipity, psychology, and energy. Basically a whole clusterfuck of things …
“Do not mistake our places of creation for your labyrinths of ways to escape yourself”
I have always loved editing and design, in all shapes and forms. There is something in me that is greatly …
Skype Tarot Readings, Moon Moods, Bath Salts… all the good’s that are going on and ideas for future projects!
A taroscope is my personal mash-up of astrology and tarot reading. I take into account the “major transits” (or at least the ones I am aware and knowledgeable about) going on at any given time for an overview, then pull 2 cards for each sign – the energy you’re bringing and the challenge you will face in this.
“Forests’ strong intuition, coupled with her poetic dialogue is both unique and charming… She relates easily to others just as others will relate to Forest in her most recent book of poetry and prose – under the callous. It is beautifully written, raw, and deeply real. It will absolutely leave you open-hearted and wanting for more.” – Olivia Chelsea
Interview with Digital Diary / “Have enough ego to know what you’re worth, but not enough ego to think you don’t have to try” – Forest Greenwell
As a new addition to everything I do here, I’m adding in an audio sector. This will cover playlists I’ve curated or found with songs and sounds I love, podcasts I’m on, and spoken word pieces I’m working on.
A journal entry / 430AM / Bathroom Floor Is this what I get? Is this what I give? Is tender …
Not all rape is violent. You don’t always know when it’s happening. It’s hard to wrap you head around. You do not feel like a changed person all at once. Your world doesn’t always shatter. Sometimes it splinters and you slowly pull out the pieces – sometimes waiting while your skin pushes it back to the surface. You try and rid yourself of it, and sometimes it takes a while for it to be apparent what exactly that means.
You’ve started the rhythmic counting in your head that you picked up in fourth grade when you started percussion. One, two, blip, four, blip, two, three, four, one, blip, three, four…
You whip your head around. What did you just hear? Was that the front door closing? Is someone home? You realize it was nothing and become aware of the heavy beating in your chest, your shallow breathing. Blip. (Were you doing this before?) It was probably nothing you reassure yourself -blip-, as you pick little pieces of chip and paper off the ground that have collected there since last night. Blip.
You have to be accountable for everything that does and doesn’t happen because there is no where else to put the blame – including if the energy of your home doesn’t feel right. In less than 400sq feet, there is no where to run or hide.
Hypothesizing our future can be interesting, beautiful, and wondrous. But inquiring about our present and if we are truly showing up in a way that makes us proud to be the person we are in this moment I think is just as worthy
I feel most in my element at home in a big sweater and panties. I am the typical girl-next-door and I think thats how I’ve always idealized myself sexually as well. Perceived innocence. The knowing things you’re not supposed to know. The beauty of the mundanities of life.
This is home on the inside and outside.
Every single moment feels like a ritual of love and dedication to myself – like I’m was looking out for my best interest. Like I’m not planning my life anymore but somehow had gotten to a place where my life is just flowing in a way that I know it should have been all along – that I know I was getting to all along.
While there are parts of this experience that are raw and painful, looking back on what I garnered from that experience I feel proud of the work and honoured I got to see out some of my dreams. Nothing is without challenges if it comes with growth.
I think my overall resolution is to improve the way I see myself. To have the person I want to be, be the person I am. To always be questioning that and learning from myself. To trust my own answers and intuition.
I was self-conscious for so long about what people would think of someone who took so many photos of themselves. Am I a narcissist? Am I full of myself? Is there a reason for all of this? Is it really art? Does it need to be art?
Of how I hold you to be the person you were when you asked me to make that promise when I become the person who broke it.