Grounding

I say I am mud.

Firm, compactible, composed of many things

that come together to create

a solid

foundation.

Cool, grounding, useful, earthy.

But I am sand.

Easy to shape, to reform, to change.

Sometimes resembling so well something that is not itself.

A castle, a moat, a mermaid, a wall.

Sometimes seeming like nothing at all

A single grain, one of the millions, insignificant.

With the right ingredients

It can become

It is needed

It is the building blocks

But just as soon

It can fall

Right through the cracks

Disappear with the tides

So far into the depths

Never to be seen again.

Spending life miles below the surface,

Waiting for its moment

To see the sun again.

How do you do blogging?

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The universe has been nagging me to write a blog for awhile now and I keep telling it to go to hell because who cares about my life and also because I don’t know things about the internet. I’ve been home in good ole Hereford, MD for a few months now but I was traveling and exploring in Australia, NZ and Bali last year. Then probably would’ve been a better time than now to start this thing but here I am, mid quarter life crisis, writing a blog with a period name but not about periods much at all.

The name? I decided, full-on, two weeks ago that I was going to start the blog but I was torturing myself over what to name it, so naturally I went through all names relating to eggs, philosophy and feminism. I knew the blog would certainly include these three things at some point along the way as they are the three non-person, most important things to me. Here are some of the options:

  • The Washed Up Philosopher (meh)
  • Philosopher Until Graduation (meh)
  • Out of Cuntrol (I love the word cunt but people literally recoil at it. More importantly, I feel it’s my duty to give my sister a grace period for stealing this name as a platform for her “angry feminist,” teen ranting, She’s smarter and better.)
  • Sunny Side Up (already taken by a mormon lady who has her shit together and posts stuff people care about like pretty couches and back-to-school organizing.)
  • Over Easy (Tried to make this mean something but couldn’t.)
  • Egg Lover (I just love eggs.)

Then one day I forced myself to go to work with my dad at our family marina and I was walking to the bathroom and thinking about flow (like being one with yourself and nature and stuff) and as I was emptying my Diva Cup and the quote from Mean Girls about a heavy flow popped in my head and I said yep! That seems good! (For the record I’ve never actually had a heavy flow but I just recently got an IUD and now I’m like popping iron everyday and wondering if there will ever be a day when I don’t ruin all my underwear…so that’s ironic I guess. I should call my doctor. I will.) So I went back into the marina office and created this bad boy! Right when I paid for my domain my friend texted me back and it went like this:

Me: Eggsistence Over Easy

Me: Is that just a blog about eggs?

Me: Sunny Side Up Eggsistence

Bonnie: What does this mean?

Me: My blog! What about Pussy Parlour?

Me: Welcoming Weird

Me: Mastering Mystery

Me: Egg Lover

Bonnie: Egg Lover is the wonder

Bonnie: And the winner…

Me: God dammit Bonnie! I named it A Heavy Flow

Bonnie: Ha.

I guess this post has been a lot about periods.

loveyouloveyouloveyou

Taylor ❤ (I’ll learn how to do a cute heart at some point I bet.)