revolve. One cupboard cleared, one old pine chest emptied, two rooms of six reconfigured. Three boxes of books off my shelves and into the car for passing forward, a trunk full of clothing for VV. Winter wear rediscovered, pared down, and stowed in one kist, guest blankets in the other. I now have a better … More Revolution
As if I know how to do that. Of course I don’t. As if not knowing how has any bearing whatsoever on the fact that I will do it, regardless. Honestly, what utter nonsense. I’m feeling rumpled. It’s not a comfortable feeling, through not a dangerous one either – I wouldn’t classify this as a mental … More Door, Window, Kitchen
What happens when we don’t take responsibility for healing our own lives, and instead project our buried trauma out onto other people – our children, our families, our friends, our colleagues? What happens when we use all our energy in criticism and complaint, when we use charity and judgement as a way of maintaining privilege … More Shock and shift
I’ve been dreaming poetic dreams of mycelium which is really thought connecting to thought through boundaries which are really just illusions. I’ve been coiled and waiting like a pike in the hot weedy shallows, ready to spring at my duckling dinner. Racing like a strong salmon through the lines and hooks that dangle my possible death, crawling like a crayfish … More dry dry #Water
