Super Busy
Everyone I know is at absolute maximum busy-ness, and either I am the worst one at managing time, or I am lazy. Also, this kind of thinking got me caught in a t!r!a!p...>* We can't keep up with EH ver ee thing... Too
Planting Trees
is the best way to live a life that is whole, where the person I want to be or believe that I truly am is the person I live as and toward. What is that saying about how if you want to have (fruit) trees? – something about the best time
Hiding Lunch
One day, investigating a stench concentrated in my room – perhaps on a humid summer day – my mother found a stash of rotten lunches in my toybox. She was angry with me for having hid food in there and just letting it rot indefinitely, but she was more confused than she
Homelessness
^Homeless. You can build some kind of fort with this. Three materials I can think of right now: 1. the way I've always felt during a move when I have had children at home, 2. my experience living in a car (and then settling back into a home)
Play
is not "messing around". It's serious business, and its way more grown-up than Werri* thinks. One regular day during coffee with two others, I made some joke of some sort. It was momentous enough that Werri said, "Y'know, I've never
Kitty boy
was an alley cat. I don't know where my mom found out about him – probably in the free community newspaper – maybe the city one you pay for – I don't know – but we drove over to some house when I was nine or ten years old to
Rhyming Words
When I was young, my mother and I attended the wake of my adoptive grandpa, Bill. Bill was married to Pete (Henrietta), and the couple was a loving addition to our lives – my mother's father having died when she was about 4, and my mother's mother
Belief
is a braid made of several necessary strands. It is not all one thing. It is possible to say, “I believe! And yet, I want to believe better or more.” Belief is not merely an idea that naturally occupies its position because it is obvious that it must. Belief is
This is Chaos
, and it bears no resemblance to our gothmance. It is a better field for life than any version of death that walks. The blank canvas is an opportunity. You may have painter's block, not because you have nothing in (your) mind, but because there is an uncountable number
Ver.i.ly
, Pachomios Browne, give you, Khora^, of my Self. Take not my giving; neither clothe me in the exhaustion woven by my many anxieties. So conceived, let me write a little every day and place as much as I dare to share out into the world. So be it+