NOW DO YOU KNOW HOW WE FEEL?

What? We? Who’s we? Are you one person or a multitude of like-minded people in one person? How would I know how you individually feel and then how a multitude of like-minded people inside of you feel? How would I know that? Did you tell me, specifically, or even generally, how you feel about anything?Continue reading “NOW DO YOU KNOW HOW WE FEEL?”

ARIZONA HIGHWAYS

Grandma and Grandpa long before I was born. James Frederick Davies and Katherine Rose Germonte. Grandpa’s father was born in England and his mother in Ireland. Grandma was born in Lithuania with Russian, Ukrainian and Polish roots. When Dad and Mom bought their old house and Grandma and Grandpa moved to one that was allContinue reading “ARIZONA HIGHWAYS”

A Territorial Daughter

I’m a territorial daughter of a natural born engineer and a mother who possessed exceptional reading, intellectual and organizational talents, both of whom were savy enough to follow their own minds in their own ways. The two left a mark on me that nobody except me can own. Not even them. ~ Sharon Lee Davies-TightContinue reading “A Territorial Daughter”

Sharon’s All Animal

SHARON’S ALL ANIMAL – unpredictable for the sake of her own survival – like all animals. She’s not afraid like we are – of that connection. We fear it. She recognizes it. Embraces it. Accepts that which she cannot change. She is it. She has all the animal moves – the gender moves too. It’sContinue reading “Sharon’s All Animal”

Groups Are Over-rated

I don’t really want to be connected to a group. I don’t know why I’m that way. I love to be around people. All kinds of people. It doesn’t even matter if they’re nice. Maybe because my DNA matches so many regions around the world – and I draw on all of them by theContinue reading “Groups Are Over-rated”

The Real Natives In The USA and Canada

My grandfather was born and raised in Inverness, Quebec Canada, yet my DNA results do not reflect me as being Canadian. I was born and raised in the Unites States of America, yet there is no DNA marker that proves that I am an American. Canada and the United states are not ethnicities. The ethnicitiesContinue reading “The Real Natives In The USA and Canada”

That Was Quite A Sneeze

Many years ago while in nursing school and doing my maternity part of schooling, our teacher discussed pelvis sizes regarding ease of birth. She pointed me out and said, “Sharon, you’ll sneeze out your babies” – meaning I had a wide pelvis. At 69 years old I can attest to the fact that I sneezedContinue reading “That Was Quite A Sneeze”

I’m Cree

Cree, when I asked I was told through a physical medium – scrabble tiles I used during my rehabilitation from a toxic brain injury caused by toxic molds. I wasn’t too pleased with that, considering their hunting nature, but then all Indians share that nature. I still don’t like it. Canadian. On my Grandfather’s side.Continue reading “I’m Cree”

CREATE vs ENGINEER

Create connotes willy-nilly. There’s nothing willy-nilly about my process. I engineer everything I do – the entire recipe developing process is engineered. I don’t cross my fingers, take a deep breath or hold my breath, pray, hope, wish or hand it over to the universe. I take control at every juncture. I don’t try somethingContinue reading “CREATE vs ENGINEER”

THE CONTRADICTION ISSUE

Upon choosing a healthier more compassionate diet, you will be challenged by those who have not yet taken that step, to defend your decision to not eat animals. They will argue that your animal-free diet contradicts your other animal using behaviors, thus making the issue of killing animals not worthy of consideration. They will pointContinue reading “THE CONTRADICTION ISSUE”

WIND SONGS

Wind songs whisper through summer sands brash promises of winter snow nights melting in memories of that which spring failed miserably to deliver. Howling, piercing pain tunnels through funnels of hardened flesh frozen by air–whistling a tune one prefers not to hear. A tune one cannot help but stutter upon as it stops in mid-air.Continue reading “WIND SONGS”

AN OCEAN OF WORDS

Hard words flowing from a soft pen, turning fondly into thoughts–as God, my God, guides with fluid snow that which will melt every heart. I want to continue, not ever having cared for endings–happy or otherwise. And I will do as I desire, whether imprisoned or free–it doesn’t matter. Smooth as black glass rippling inContinue reading “AN OCEAN OF WORDS”

THE MESSENGER AND THE MESSAGE

I am not just the messenger, but also the receiver of the message. So what God has to say through me to you is for me too. In that regard, I can interpret the message in terms of what it means to me personally. I cannot, however, interpret the message for you.  I would notContinue reading “THE MESSENGER AND THE MESSAGE”

WHERE MY VOICE COMES FROM

When I write artistically, I write in many voices. Could me yours, somebody else’s or mine. The goal is to communicate the human animal’s and the non-human animal’s experience. When I use the word “I”, once again it could be you, somebody else or me speaking. In that sense I assume a conduit role toContinue reading “WHERE MY VOICE COMES FROM”