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reflection | resistance | resonance

sattvamama

n. sattva: balance, harmony, goodness, unity, creativity, positivity, luminosity, peace

n. mama: human, woman, mother, friend, bitch, fighter, goddess, powerhouse


This blog is a creative and sometimes irreverent attempt to explore and chronicle the various aspects of my reality with honesty, humor, and grace—the result of which I hope to be shared laughter, truth, or wisdom. Welcome. Read on!

 

November 16, 2019

love like death

roots itself in unseen places

in an exhale or a groove in the heart

carried on the smallest spore of breath

and in the lightest touch of touching

felt as deep as the deepest universe

inside your bones

love like death

is captive of a hope-swollen heart

chained to...

October 16, 2019

I am grateful for . . .

  1.  This moment.

  2. Anyone reading these words (or simply scanning the first few lines and pretending to read it).

  3. Each breath. The ins and the outs. Truly. I’ve seen what emphysema does to a person.

  4. My husband + our two sons, my nuc...

October 4, 2019

More self-indulgent over-sharing in this week before I turn 50...

As Vanity would have it, she has my attention today. I examine and learn about her in so many forms. Today, thoughts of her come in the form of these two beautiful and amazing women below (whom I hope you...

September 18, 2019

I'm gonna ruminate, reflect, and maybe whine and wonder a little about turning 50 over the next month, with little to some coherence, and hopefully equal amounts of humor. Along the way, I'm also gonna call in the power of a lot of badass, wild + sage energies, experie...

September 11, 2019

I'm gonna ruminate, reflect, and maybe whine and wonder a little about turning 50 over the next month, with little to some coherence, and hopefully equal amounts of humor. Along the way, I'm also gonna call in the power of a lot of badass, wild + sage energies, experie...

June 24, 2019

sometimes, in the small corner of a quiet house

with the rain coming down outside

I might forget my worth

or at least a few important words

certain non-niceties that have

become a kernel of quiet

in condemnation of

my frequent lack of restraint

maybe some of the things

I had to...

May 16, 2019

I will risk too much

because enough is

no longer enough

I will risk too much

because the expectation

is that I won’t

I will risk too much

because I have both

everything and nothing to lose

I will risk too much

not because it is what I want to do 

it is what I have to do

I will ris...

April 30, 2017

* This piece was also published on Rebelle Society:

http://www.rebellesociety.com/2017/05/16/deneenebell-metanarrative/

I am always extremely honored, humbled, and grateful when a woman shares her story with me. I feel much the same when a woman takes the time to listen...

March 9, 2017

This is a tribute to women. To those who came before me, stand beside me, and light the future’s path.

This is a tribute to my grandmothers. Who immigrated, married, divorced, birthed sons and daughters, nurtured families, worked tirelessly, raised hell, buried their de...

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