Scorpio Full Moon and other deep dives Well, they said the full moon and eclipse were going to be intense. What that could actually mean was unpredictable. After several years of unpredictability, I am no longer sure if I have shock fatigue or if I’m getting better at riding the wave. Dude. Last night teenagers … Continue reading Full Moon Dive
Healing Reality Nowhere in Two Places. Well, it’s out in paperback. I am working on new material. I do hear a voice in my head saying work harder. But then again I see bands cashing in on the 50th anniversary of this or that, releasing a box set of singles, with photographs, blah etc. blah. … Continue reading Healing Reality
Time “He flexes like a whore” Not sure why that particular description and Bowie lyric and song flashed into my mind, but there it is. I think the implication is that time is cleverer than you, more alluring, ultimately unknowable, and one step beyond or ahead – maybe. Thinking about the past and the future … Continue reading Time
Seeds. Sunday morning. Sanding down the edges until we fit. There should be a lot to say. The sun peeped out, peering through the clouds. Birds are chattering – I think it is because I see the squirrel is acrobatically dangling from the tree branch and blocking all other access to bird seed. It’s a … Continue reading Seeds
I slipped on black ice over two weeks ago now. It’s been alternately frightening and boring. It’s frustrating when you can’t move around. Something to remember when you see someone limping, or not fully abled. Nothing broken as it turns out, but while I am beginning to walk again, it’s clear it will be a … Continue reading Listening for the Silence
Happy holidays! There – said that with the requisite amount of enthusiasm. I like the holidays. All the things it is supposed to mean – not the shopping, not the stress – but the actual joy in someone’s face when they are happy for a moment and you helped. The warmth in the face of … Continue reading Mistrals gagnants
Memorial Day. A long weekend. A tribute to those lost. I should be happy that I have a three day weekend. And I am. Though I did send a work email this morning. So many emails lately are even less useful than before. They are an exercise in skirting around any direct statement, nudging people … Continue reading To the Memory of a Voice
I have always loved railway stations. Trains. Even when I was scared as a child, scared of the large locomotives that loomed up over the platform, with only tiny metal steps to climb up to a puffing and heaving thing, threatening to leave at any moment, it was a fear mixed with excitement. An anxiety … Continue reading True Projection
I just saw a short piece on TikTok – well, they are all short, right. That’s the idea. Minimal interaction and commitment. On to the next person trying to create a brand. But I digress. A piece by a funny person who jokes – but aren’t all jokes serious? I think Freud said that but … Continue reading Lollipops and Brutal Honesty
The difference between wanting to go and having to leave. Many conflicting undercurrents at this anxious, dangerous time. Is it too much to say that watching the events of the world, we can’t help but think about our own lives, and wonder where the meaning is? What do we do with our time? The necessary … Continue reading Wanting to go is not having to leave
