Revolution

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

Door, Window, Kitchen

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

Shock and shift

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

dry dry #Water

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