Philosopher Bonnie
Bio
@philosopherbonnie is writing wordy words from taffy letters for her own amusement. Non-binary, she/her pronouns, Gen X vibes. Follow me for laughs, thinks, wordy words, rants, wishes, dreams, visions, and the occasional recipe.
Stories (10/0)
I was a Danger Poet
A couple of months ago I woke up in the middle of the night from a dream about a meeting of The Danger Poet Society. I got up at 3am, put on an old fuzzy purple bathrobe and the best sheepskin slippers, and sat down at the computer and searched for Danger Poet Society — so I could find a meeting. In the dream these meetings were everywhere, kind of like AA meetings where you get a sponsor and there's snacks, fellowship and sometimes diner runs — but there's no requirement to abstain from anything except maybe abstaining from blocking all the art that deserves to be arted? It sounds weird to my awake ears, but pretty damn cool.
By Philosopher Bonnieabout a year ago in Poets
Philosopher Bonnie's Big Book of Questions
*** I look up and see there is a doe grazing right outside my kitchen window. She sees me through the screen, and I wonder now how well she could see me, but the question in my head at the time was, “How can I most effectively tell a deer that I am no threat to her?”
By Philosopher Bonnie2 years ago in Psyche
The Sunflower Farm Church Collective
I am the founding philosopher of The Sunflower Farm Church Collective. I have had a vision of these churches everywhere, taking on whatever the local flavor is. They are based on this meme, which turns out to be a myth -- which is not a bad thing to base a church on.
By Philosopher Bonnie2 years ago in Poets
The Privilege of Roof
Half-asleep thoughts on this flooding event that's happening outside of this solid wood door and heavy curtains where I am sitting here naked in comfortably controlled climate with so much privilege. Drinking clean water I thought to get from the spring before the flooding rains, I wonder about the fox I saw trotting through the neighborhood earlier. Is their den soggy, soaked, sodden? What must it be like to be out there in this weather in suburbia where leaf blowers rampage weekly and brush is cleared and no home lasts very long when We The People huff and puff like that. What must it be like to continually have to rebuild your home without cell phones to phone a friend when things get desperate and you just need space because the sky water is running and bursts of light in the middle of the night leave you feeling uneasy like the sky is falling in.
By Philosopher Bonnie2 years ago in Poets
Notes on Boundaries
From a call earlier, notes on boundaries: — If you don't understand boundaries you are probably hard-wired from childhood to put the needs of others before your own. Putting your own needs first will flood you with feelings akin to shame, betrayal, guilt, etc. I say "akin" to because you may not at all recognize them as such, or even as feelings — you just may feel blocked or just that doing anything else simply isn't an option.
By Philosopher Bonnie2 years ago in Humans
Downloads from Relationship Counseling
I am a relationship counselor (with self and/or others) working remotely, and when I get off a call I often jot down notes to bring light to common topics that came up. These sometimes become articles, but mostly they are just notes full of insight that want to be shared. No personal client data is ever shared.
By Philosopher Bonnie2 years ago in Humans
