the hottest july on record. I know. It’s august. woah woah woah. It is wednesday afternoon. hump day as they say, although for me, it sort of is and sort of isn’t. It is sort of like the whole week build up to this wild wild wildness, friday. the long long day. high and lows [...]
My life is ever-continuingly awesome. enough said. maybe there is more to say. slash it is past my bedtime. and charlie didn’t coerce me to eat this chocolate bar. slash I am loving it. My life and chocolate bars.
I wrote this blog Sunday, July 11, and have been waiting for the opportunity to plug into the multimedia universe and post it. huzzah! tonight I spent almost two hours tearing my hair apart. ripping it from itself from the knots into which it has tied itself. the processes of my hair… are … to [...]
I breezed through Chicago this weekend. How long and short it is. How it is the length that it is. I continue to recognize how lucky I am. I have these friends, who take me into their homes (and hearts)– feed me, support me, shelter me and be with me. hooray! delicious meals. rich conversations. [...]
here I sit. Hiding in the office of the Unicorn, the cafe which is as home to me as anywhere else. Needing my me time. my aloned-ness. so tired. beat beat beat. beat. beat. beet (!). tired in the way where my body feels like it shivering, and eyes see cloudy and throat is dry- [...]
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This morning I sit in Normal, Illinois, at the Coffee House. I have been reading lately. books abundant. I read this book ILLUSIONS by Richard Bach this past week. A curious experience for me. An important experience for me. in my perception. It is written in what I would call a simplistic, accessible style, and [...]
I have scratchy hands again. the kind of sandpaper hands I had last time too. I remember when. four years ago. I sat with may. Feeling sorry for myself. because my hands were cracked and the cracks filled with coffee grinds. And I thought, “oh my poor hands. my poor beat up sorry hands.” and [...]
I move to Henry’s farm … tomorrow! This time a little scarier though as I go alone. no dogs. no daniel. our family temporarily broken up. and I think I am ready to work. and learn. and be on my own for a little while. not totally on my own. independent. Things I look forward [...]
so hectic! preparing to move! huzzah! craziness!