I loved the heat register in my home. Pretty vents decorating the floor, making things warm and cozy; I’m a fan of both. I sat on top of them when I was a child, nightgown spread wide to capture the warm air, a tiny parachute of heat, my quilt on my lap to make sure that no warm air was lost to my bedroom’s surrounds. … Continue reading The register.
My life feels odd. I’m adrift mentally and emotionally. I’m still bleeding from a multiplicity of wounds received in rapid succession. Things have calmed enough now to feel and attend to them. My brain is also starting to calm. My thinking brain is turning back on. Things don’t go well for me when reactivity is driving the bus. I don’t have much in the way … Continue reading puttering.
I have a poetry earworm. It’s not my first though they’re not as frequent as their musical cousins. Yesterday was a primo day for music earworms. Every other uttered sentence seemed to be lyrics from this song or that one, repeatedly inspiring my inner orchestra to lift bows. Deep sigh. Snarls by the end of the day. It’s not that I don’t like inner soundtracks, … Continue reading Ozymandias on my mind.
I can’t write. It’s not working for me right now. I think it’s because I’ve got things locked up tight. There’s too much going on, too much that has to get done, and too many petty grievances. If I let things go, only a crater will remain. Perhaps I can send out invitations to those who annoy? I do find water painting to be a … Continue reading spring morning.