I seem to really get into dubstep when I’m low. The lyrics can be insightful. I am overwhelmed. Not by the amount of work I have to do, but by the ambiguity of the end product that’s being requested. ookay, and the sheer amount of work that requires a fairly controlled timeline of completion, which […]Read more "Take Me Home"
The layer of mud had gotten so out of hand, her boots cracked deep and dark with every step she took across the industrial landscape. The floods had finally receeded, after a five week storm had drown most of the winter landscape in warm waters. Communication with folks further than 100 miles was difficult, at […]Read more "figs and maps"
It is noted that I weigh about 17 pounds heavier than I weighed on my wedding day. As Jae and I count down the hours to the 13th anniversary of our wedding day, I have been doing a lot of reflecting on emotional, physical and relationship health. This year has been a really stressful test […]Read more "Overview"
Today I went to an interview with a university program – I answered the four or five questions the interviewer had for me, and then asked an additional 45 minutes of him, trying to eek out exactly what the parameters of the program are and how I can be most successful in maintaining the delicate […]Read more "Asking, for a friend…."
My wife and I spent a week hashing out the darkest pieces of our relationship. Yelling, ugly-crying and defining the “same old shit” so that it took on new meaning that made each of us look at each other more clearly. We came to the conclusion that we have harmed one another as only lovers […]Read more "Shadow Work"
Each day seems filled with emotional peaks and valleys that happen so swiftly, I can’t blink or I end up gasping for air. Vulgarity and dark humor are the last defense of a desperately caring soul. Am I really misfiring? That’s a question. Or, am I healthily reacting to the stimuli in my environment. I […]Read more "11:1-"
I have public services healthcare. I cannot find a provider. I am having anxiety to a point where I cannot breathe. I can see that it’s an overreaction. or…What to do? I don’t want to involve my family. I need to be here to keep things moving forward. I have no idea what “crisis” actually […]Read more "Blood in the Cut"