There was a time in my life when wicked women of history had lessons to teach me, lessons I was hungry for because I was struggling and needed some direction. They helped me work through my feelings of hurt and anger. I came to understand the positive, emotional pull of satanic worship. But that was then, and now I'm not feeling hurt and angry anymore. I'm content with where my life is, and now I'm looking for lessons elsewhere. Lessons of hope, love and progress. (President Obama's inauguration is tomorrow. We're all in a new era.)
I've enjoyed blogging, but posting on Bad Girl Blog feels false to me now. Now, when I'm more interested in yoga, spirituality, family, friends and hard work. I'm not even sure what to write about anymore. I don't know how to write about yoga etc., and anyway, I'm writing for a living now, and the last thing I want to do in my free time is write. I just want to experience the physicality of living without documenting it. Here's me in the tree pose on a yoga retreat in Morocco last September:
Maybe someday I'll write a Good Girl Blog....
Meanwhile, here's Antony Hegarty singing "U Are My Sister":
