So many changes in the lives of the people around me. i am feeling oddly settled. Funny, that feeling settled would be “odd” to me, but i am where i need to be and where i think i should be and so… i stand watching the changes swirling around me. i wish to ease the … Continue reading
Tag Archives: suffering
we make those memories for ourselves
i saw ink Spread out on the page of someone i do not know Loved by mutual friends, i saw the thumbnail and recognized the tiny fuzzy figure it held i willed myself not to click Ah, but click i did There was one… no… two… two beautiful pictures of ink that i’ve traced with … Continue reading
chasing rabbits
i need to focus. i have lots to do today and all manner of distractions everywhere. i stop to take my meds and swallow them with coffee rather than water (mistake) and the coating of the one pill slides across my tongue and just… clings… yuck… ptooey. Disgusting. i can still taste it. Born of … Continue reading
nobody here is perfect
Kintsugi i have been thinking about that tonight… in these overnight hours when i can not sleep though i desperately wish to sleep… that’s all i want… sleep. Nobody here is perfect… says the song Kintsugi i am trying to see the imperfections as history rather than flaws. i am trying to practice acceptance of my cracks … Continue reading
daddy dearest
i wrote a piece for an english class years ago. We were reading Socrates. i focused on Antigone and her father (Oedipus, of course). “Like father, like daughter” was the title of the paper… and that pretty much sums it up. While most people view the oedipal story through the lens of males and their … Continue reading
Who W/we Are
J’imagine (I believe) Continue reading