I had a brief moment yesterday when I snapped out of the autopilot mode I spend most of my life in. There was nothing in particular that triggered it. Nothing I'm aware of anyway. I was just driving down a stretch of road I've driven hundreds--probably thousands--of times. It was as if a grey, translucent … Continue reading accidental mindfulness
I'm really trying to write an entry here every day but this is much harder than I thought it would be. And it's frustrating. My other goals are floundering while I'm trying to find my groove with this blog which is a top priority because I hope to use it as a tool to improve … Continue reading
husbandry
She is a rich soil, plowed and seeded, then left to grow until harvest.
joy beyond clouds
The core of my being is a ball of light that vibrates with joy. Much of the time, the dark shadow of depression obscures it, makes me forget that the core exists. At those times, I think the darkness is all I am or ever will be. But there are moments when I'm able to … Continue reading joy beyond clouds
i’m a stranger to my inner writing sadist
What do you do when you want to write a short story but coddle your characters so much that even the antagonist/villain becomes a milquetoast and nothing ever happens in the story world? I think I understand a story's building blocks. I've read dozens of books on the subject. But applying that knowledge has been … Continue reading i’m a stranger to my inner writing sadist
racing toward stardust
I love old films. Everyone seems glamourous and sophisticated even when buffoonery is underfoot. It leaves me feeling star struck. However, being the killjoy my brain can be, my thoughts often take a sharp turn down a dark alley and replace adulation with stark reality. In the films, the actors are young and vibrant, much … Continue reading racing toward stardust
longing has overstayed its welcome
She studied the calendar. How many more years before her desire died down, she wondered. Before biology would loosen it grip on hormones that held her hostage. It was a taskmaster demanding carnal satisfaction, an appendage she neither wanted nor needed, a great distractor from dreams that mattered. It would never be satisfied, could never … Continue reading longing has overstayed its welcome
a cracking veneer
I'm sometimes reminded that the veneer of civilization is much thinner than it looks. Sometimes it's too thin to contain the brutality of our animal nature when left unchecked or when guided by the morally bankrupt. I recently watched two episodes of a documentary series on Netflix called The Keepers about the murder and cover-up … Continue reading a cracking veneer
selflessness or the fear of saying no?
There's a theme that has been coming to my attention for quite a while now. Usually when that happens, it means I need to take a good look at how the theme might apply to me. Then I make changes if I need to and I'm brave enough. The theme that keeps popping up has … Continue reading selflessness or the fear of saying no?
even the squirrels were suicidal
Here's a bit of nonsense narrative I wrote today. ************************* It was a non-day, the kind of day that didn't know what kind of day it was. The blame lay squarely with the weather which couldn't make up its mind so it tried resting somewhere in the middle. There were white cloud-like wisps hovering in … Continue reading even the squirrels were suicidal
life in jello 