Liberty facing weakness. Since I was a child, I was either neglected or bullied. My superpower as a child was not asking questions, but watching everything unfold. There’s too much editing going on in my head. Where to give voice to the silenced child. Where to unleash the angry adult. When I watched the nightmare … Continue reading This Is Not a Game
The excitement of seeing the vast expanse of the ocean on a cold day. The thrill of gently warming air, the ability to walk on sand not ice - new blisters emerge. The water, the waves, the distance. The thrill of the ocean. Always the shock of blue expanse, a mirror to the sky, distance, … Continue reading Every Shore Touches Another
What image, mental or photographic, brings up the feeling of exclusion and loneliness? At the holidays, you have so many choices for this trigger. Yesterday, I went to the local Target. All these big stores are starting to feel like half-empty warehouses. I looked at the coffee maker I was thinking of buying. It was … Continue reading On Being Alone During the Holidays
A preamble to decision making ahead of the lunar eclipse.Prose/poetry/tide/ebb/flow/boundaries/borders They are starting to be dangerously far removed from the world. Them. The people rushing around, removed from seasons, times, trees, and bogs, rivers and lakes. They bring their baggage to the ocean, and pick up the shells of the dead to remember they’ve been … Continue reading Don’t. Or do. Your Choice.
Upbeat: cheerful, optimistic Downbeat: pessimistic, gloomy - in music, an accented beat, usually the first of the bar For various reasons, I’m going to start a series of “things” that are upbeat. Things - I do love abstract, blank words - but what else to call them? Articles? Thoughts? I read a piece - there’s … Continue reading Upbeat
By the time one has updated, downloaded, found the batteries, checked the Bluetooth settings, updated again, restarted, and then made a much needed coffee – it’s a wonder anyone – me – has time or energy or thought left to say anything at all. Sometimes I think that’s the point. Tire everyone out with meaninglessness … Continue reading Panic and Sanctuary Part One
You can see the thin hallow hollow moon hanging in the distance. A distant smile, a white light reflection, at the beginning of fasting, at the beginning of another moon cycle. You expect to know nothing? Something. But nature reminds you, with the trees bending in the spring wind, that one branch hovering over the … Continue reading Yellow Line Flood
I was reading something by Tom Cox, whose writing makes me feel like there is a point to things and began thinking. That is to say, started to organize and categorize all the ideas and thoughts that one wakes up with. The feelings and scenes and characters that sink away, the crash landing from dreams … Continue reading Feed the Birds
Another holiday. It’s been a long time since the last blog post. Is that even what they are called anymore? Time seems to have changed again since the new year. New Year! A few years ago, I mean weeks, we celebrated. Then the wheel turned, and we were thrown into the everyday. January lasted for … Continue reading Plastic Rosary
Good morning from a small town by the ocean. Hazel update - she is still fighting hard. I'm thinking about our walks by the ocean, her happy smile, and how much she loves her little family.Thank you to everyone who has donated. It means so much. Please click here to help and read about her. … Continue reading Help Hazel
