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Heidi Saban
Here and now
Mother first and always. Radical homemaker. Poet. Horror Fan. Carrier of light.
Interests: Tell me the truth or I will definitely get bored. I lean towards love and hope to a fault. I can feel your feelings. I just want to write.
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Cultural appropriation. Let's look at it. Maybe it's time to face the fact that throughout the history of this country at one time or another we have all made this mistake. I myself have bought and worn an American Indian Headdress thinking I looked fantastic. Maybe I should say "unthinking".... Continue reading
Posted Sep 18, 2016 at The Quiet Words
Fold them- Your hands While liquid mountains whose hearts loom over the dark languid desert escape through your soul Emerald God light streaking Through the clouds Pouring itself onto the gritty canvas Use mine- I will stand limp with eyes like tender winter bulbs buried deep Under the frozen earth... Continue reading
Posted Feb 28, 2016 at The Quiet Words
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we can look back if we need to for remembrance 
....i have loved before 
i have always loved -in every phase 
of my life 
i have always believed that if you 
allow your heart to remain open 
that love will find its way to you 
no matter how low you... Continue reading
Posted Feb 20, 2016 at The Quiet Words
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Sitting there in the school Gym at 3:25 watching my ten year old daughter prepare for her very first basketball game in her very first team sport experience, I felt the time slow to almost a complete halt. There are those moments in life where everything feels like the movies... Continue reading
Posted Jan 25, 2016 at The Quiet Words
My name is Heidi and I am a single mother of two little girls living in a suburb of Los Angeles. I recently moved my children who are in 5th and 3rd grades to a Catholic school. We are not Catholic, so my reason for making this move was primarily... Continue reading
Posted Sep 27, 2015 at The Quiet Words
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Shame turns to anger inside me faster than blood can race through capillaries and fill my face. Especially when I am not expecting it. But even when I am in company that I am fully aware of as “ not safe” the second my head bows down a huge swell... Continue reading
Posted Aug 29, 2015 at The Quiet Words
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We came home a couple days ago. I decided to go back the way we came and leave the Grand Canyon for another time. It really felt like the kind of thing you set out to do rather than the last leg of the trip. I want to savor it,... Continue reading
Posted Jul 12, 2015 at The Quiet Words
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I decided to go with the flow once we got to our Bryce Canyon campsite and take a bus tour up into Bryce canyon. This way my girls could hear some fun facts about the area and I wouldn’t have to unplug the rig and lumber up the mountain for... Continue reading
Posted Jul 4, 2015 at The Quiet Words
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Last night was the third night in the RV and just this morning I have finally started feeling like I am getting the hang of things. That basically means I know where the peanut butter is. My girls are starting to draw and talk rather than choose the iPods. We... Continue reading
Posted Jun 29, 2015 at The Quiet Words
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It’s Five am on the first morning. I didn’t sleep at all last night due to the caffeine drink I foolishly consumed after 4pm when I was only just headed back to my house to load up our RV. It was my first time driving it and I wanted to... Continue reading
Posted Jun 29, 2015 at The Quiet Words
Even in the smallest hours I can feel it. I can hear it. The energy all around. Electricity becomes pure Sensation, like the trembling breast of a morning Dove. His eyes so black as his wings fill with music and define him. My body speaks an internal language to me.... Continue reading
Posted Mar 25, 2015 at The Quiet Words
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I know one or two friends that I can trust to be completely honest with me. I mean truly and really without filter or consequence honest. It's rare. Like asking someone to hold up a mirror, Or light you on fire……for just a moment. there is a distinct sensation connected... Continue reading
Posted Feb 10, 2015 at The Quiet Words
I have been in that space between dreams and memory where the reality of what we have to do everyday on pavement crusted dust holds no meaning. Now I have myself convinced after the waves overcame me and took my breath that chemistry means danger. So I hold up in... Continue reading
Posted Nov 30, 2014 at The Quiet Words
Any excuse to get out of the city, unless it means to travel into a deeper paradigm of the ever exclusive cool club. That kind of scene dries out in less than five minutes for me. It's an energy that is so inexplicably un-stimulating that I can't even get near... Continue reading
Posted Nov 22, 2014 at The Quiet Words
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Headed to consult with someone who seems very close to organic instinct, I found myself Out walking in a part of a city at a time of day when most everyone else is in their car. Inside their Jetson suite complete with temperature control and automated and digitized back seat... Continue reading
Posted Nov 14, 2014 at The Quiet Words
I used to think there was no such thing as really good new music. I was wrong. Any cold February day, so mild to most, but to Californians a seemingly endless misty morning without a fire in sight. Last winters pleasures. So lost now. Just frivolous excursions swimming in the... Continue reading
Posted Feb 12, 2013 at The Quiet Words
I used to think there was no such thing as really good new music. I was wrong. Any cold February day, so mild to most, but to Californians a seemingly endless misty morning without a fire in sight. Last winters pleasures. So lost now. Just frivolous excursions swimming in the... Continue reading
Posted Feb 12, 2013 at The Quiet Words
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Dec 8, 2012
Reblogged Dec 8, 2012 at The Quiet Words
Panting now, walking through the long hallways... and which elevator was it to get to the lobby??? The further I get from her the worse it feels....just this growing sense of injustice? Not Why, but How?? And What the hell is going to happen? How can anything happen with all... Continue reading
Posted Dec 8, 2012 at The Quiet Words
Anyway, one more thing though, shaggy and quite mangy dog staring at me at eleven ( not so late ) wondering, what the hell are you doing now mama, and why is there no food?? Listening to " Sarah" by fleetwood and wondering the same myself but not from my... Continue reading
Posted Aug 23, 2012 at The Quiet Words
The difference between truth and the prostitution of decadence and will is hidden in the mind. So.... Once upon a time...... Continue reading
Posted Aug 11, 2012 at The Quiet Words
alright now, so listen to this.... Here's how it begins. I'm usually depressed. Listening to music. Some divine inspiration guides me to my music. Always has. I know you can relate. What am I? Strong viper in one moment/ thin skinned child of a human in the next. When we... Continue reading
Posted Aug 11, 2012 at The Quiet Words