ablutions
Cleaning house is healing. Is it exerting order in whatever way one can? Or just that a clean house has a better feel? In any case, it is an opportunity to purge. Out! Out! Sanctify.
Category: just writing
all the feels
10 o’clock and all is sad But that wasn’t the feeling at 5 or 2 or 11. So I remind myself that the hand on the clock will move, and as it does, so does the wave of feeling. I did laugh today. I did have connections. There was the six o’clock of snuggling with the dog, the 3 AM mewling of the cat, the 7 AM relief that I …
What do you want?
It came up as I complained about trying to date. It’s work. It’s like a series of interviews. I answer, “Someone who it’s easy to be around…where the conversation just flows, and the silences are comfortable.” And we talked about the different kind of friendships we have, and it really did come down to friendship with a layer of desire. That’s pretty much it. Finding that effortless connection is a …
an up, up and a fall down
Twilight in the park; to dusk, to evening. It’s a nice neighborhood. It was pretty great until my weak ankle gave up with a twist and I did a stumble and skid. Knees are good, but my palm has a nice gash. Glad I have that ankle brace from the SF trip. Still worth it for the time to clear my head and give the pup the lead. He actually …
Sketches
(how do people type with two thumbs?) What is a written sketch? A verbal doodle? Another evening where I take myself out for dollar oysters. My musings are my companion. Good thing she’s in a good mood. Pretty sure the bloody Mary mix is fresh pureed tomatoes, Worcester, fresh cracked black peppercorns. It’s kinda stunning. (More info… Balsamic vinegar, cumin, ancho, and sumac? What’s sumac?) He made it Sunday for …
Naive Melody
Is home defined by a place or persons? It’s where I go for comfort; to hide; to be grounded. That could be either. So I build this sanctuary trying to make it as steadfast and permanent as I can. Places are stationary. People? Not so much. They tend to wander off, so best not to entrust them with that comfort.
going at the speed of mosey
All the windows are open. Took the pup for a walk. He’ll always be “the pup”, though he’s an old guy now. I think he’s pretty spry for his age. He spends most of his time sleeping nowadays. “Walk?” I say. He lifts his head expectantly, and we go. I let him lead and sniff all the things he wants. We’re in no hurry and he no longer pulls me. …
unplugged
Sans makeup. This is my rock star Saturday night. Though I did catch a matinee of “Your Name”. And sat on the couch and watched “BFG” with Gabe. Some good points. Occasionally ambushed by longing. (Stupid feeling). This is where I’m at.
The long game or the now?
That’s the topic. Heading off to a day conference. Will think more.
a string of phrases
Tempus fugit I’d heard the phrase a couple of times. Or, more acurately misheard it as tempest fugit. I figured it was some kind of storm. Nope. Latin phrase for “time flies”. It does. But it does also feel kinda stormy. It’s a bumpy ride. For some reason, this leads me to memento mori. Memento mori (Latin: “remember that you have to die”)[2] is the medieval Latin Christian theory and …