For my dad. There, in the asylum of dementia, he forgot. The meaning of suffering. The toll his life had taken on him. And on everyone he once professed To love. And hate. He lived for this moment. Only. Not by choice. By chance. That's all he had left. The disease had swept clean the …
A thought for Sunday, August 11
‘Joy and woe’
My friend, Shona Moonbeam, over at http://www.knomochoicius.com, shared a piece of a William Blake poem with me tonight. We were talking about a book I'm reading called "The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck" by Mark Manson. I'll write more about the book later, but for now it's enough to say ... wow. Seventy-eight …
Making a life, pt. 2
I'm propped up in my bed on Sunday morning, skittering around the Internet while hoping a panic episode subsides. It's a gorgeous day already, much like the one I wrote so happily about on Tuesday. But I'm not in that space now, and I'm wishing my dad was still alive to talk to about it. …
A thought for Saturday
Making a life
The fireflies have appeared and flowers on the trumpet vine have blossomed. (I know they're invasive, but they're so beautiful, and they're taking over the yard, and the blooms attract hummingbirds. Such is the yin and yang of life.) Monday morning it was a refreshing 55 degrees as I surveyed my wild green yard. What …
6:25 a.m., The Boathouse, Gun Lake
The water like glass Reflects rippled clouds, a golden streak of sunlight; The lake bottom is clear, small bits of white shells like baby teeth strewn about. Black bugs pirouette above, briefly land to touch their partners: their silhouettes. A fish disturbs the surface, leaving popples as it dips back beneath. Something small -- a …
Writing is risky business
Writing is risky business. You are a fisher of pearls. You must be willing to jump in with both feet, submerge yourself (yes, head under water), go deep, scrape the bottom. (While you're there, sit awhile, like you did at those underwater tea parties you had with your childhood girlfriends. Enjoy yourself.) Look around. Notice. …
Fortunes and such
I stopped in for Chinese food after my prison writing workshop. This was in my fortune cookie. ☺️ When I posted a photo on Facebook, my friend, Nanette, responded, "You already have!" Bless you, Nanette. ❤️
‘Just do it’
I've neglected this space for two weeks. I wrote a little bit about the reason -- the birth of my granddaughter -- here. But that's only part of it. Honestly, I haven't felt much like writing. I lost my appetite for it. Maybe just briefly. Hopefully just briefly. Writing has always been my way in …
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