Take Me Home

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 […]

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Forward

I’m at the beginning of a brand new emotional-cycle. It’s not unlike sitting in that suspended bubble of time, on the top of the roller-coaster. Edging along the boundaries of ignorance and sadness. I remember feeling this way last year. Gawlly, has it been a year?! So much has changed and so much is exactly […]

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Every Little Thing

I’m furious that my house is dirty.  I’m furious that I don’t have a dishwasher and the dishes seem to be a never ending pile on the tiny fucking counters. I’m furious that my children have no concept of “too far”. I’m furious that no one knows how to respect my fucking boundaries, including my […]

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figs and maps

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 […]

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Numbness

I feel so tired and that seems impossible; my rational self bumping uglies against my emotional self.  I feel naive and ancient and entirely too curious for my own good. Why do I feel like an imposter passing as an adult? Writing this blog? living this life? It’s my life. I’ve studied hard to be […]

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Sand In Time

{And the Republic Will Fall} There’s a fear of the unknown that is so deeply ingrained into our psyche. Along side this is the fear that we are being “played for a fool”. At least in some of the observations I’ve made. In pursuing curiousity around the Fool’s Journey, I am certainly feeling like a […]

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Rubbing it in

I spent a few hours in my garden mowing down the lawn and clearing out weeds. As is my habit, once I finished I showered to scrub the grime off. It occured to me in my shower that I always end my time in the garden in better spirits. Sometimes I find new little plant […]

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