“Ruffled feathers and endless squawking over a minor difficulty is typical of a crow’s life. I lean back on the counter and realize that could be my line….”
I woke under the spell of a dream. A dream that left behind emotional residue. Residue from imaginary events not possible, logical, or related but puissant nonetheless. It’s all very perplexing ~ keep reading, I’m sure we’ll figure it out. Pushing myself up from the warm covers, I struggle to remember the smallest fragment of my dream, as […]
Yeah, that’s totally not me, it hard to tell, but I don’t have a tattoo. I’m completely disoriented. It’s summer. Enough said. This morning I woke up with a slight headache. What can I say, warm night, beckoning patio, a fabulous red wine, house to ourselves. It happens. So… Whether I’m angry, bored, celebrating, depressed, or […]
Is the salute not perfect? “I recognize that in writing we fictionalize ourselves as we do in storytelling. In telling our stories, however, if we can allow the story to move with its own momentum, we can distill our truth from our fiction.” Marion Woodman. I brought the remains of Mom and Dad to the […]
I’m floating on the water, suspended, cool, lethargic. It’s been a lovely week but the truth is I’m exhausted. Those soft words of Gary Snyder keep rippling across my mind, pushing my thoughts to the edge. I laugh at myself, the trappings of illusionary boundaries, they don’t exist, and I might need some sleep. “Ripples […]
Living in the Gap 