The name comes from a line in a terribly problematic movie, Shag. The antagonist hollers the phrase "Your roots are showing!" at Melana as an insult. And that line always stuck with me. Always. I said it all the time. And in 2006 I saw the movie But I'm a Cheerleader on one of my first dates with Mallory (of course she helped expand my queer touchstones). And that whole scene of them talking about their roots. This one.
If it's possible for the Winds of Change to knock about the chimes of my heart, boy have they! I'm itching for change. I can feel it in my bones. Deep within me. It's resonating through every. single. thing. I contemplate: moving furniture, organizing clothes and dishes and what's in the fridge, trying and trying... Continue Reading →
I finally pulled the trigger and bought my first tarot deck. Yep. It's really happening. I already have my crystals - blue calcite, black tourmaline, and selenite; plus, I've got sage for when things need cleansing. It was just a matter of time before I found the perfect deck. At the suggestion of my pal... Continue Reading →
shelly. walston. writes. 