Are you okay? (poem)
Are you okay but the question comes at you
from a distance,
time-lagged
down a tunnel in a language you remember you used to know…
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Crafty people.
I’ve not been a crafty person. I used to wish I was but unfortunately, I’m not good at the things I’ve tried. Not instantly good at them, at any rate, and that’s something I expect. Demand, even. If it’s not perfect, it’s crap or something like that… Continue reading Crafty people.
What about podcasts?
I don’t listen to podcast. I wish I did, sort of. Some of them seem quite interesting. I try periodically but I find multitasking to them ineffectual; they don’t work as background noise the way music does. You have to pay attention. If I try to multitask while they’re playing, I don’t take in what I’m listening to and the task I’m trying to perform ends up half-assed. I have the same problem with audiobooks. I can’t do anything but listen and since that’s the case, I prefer to read. Sitting and doing nothing but listening is difficult for me… Continue reading What about podcasts?
Unclench your hands.
I’ve been having trouble meditating of late. I have a serious case of monkey brain and can’t seem to stop following trains of thought. The state of the world. Climate change. Politics. My kids. My parents. The oft-annoying cat. My depression. My self-harm. Last week’s episode of Grey’s Anatomy. Did I remember to add bleach to the grocery list? My thoughts bounce like balls in my head… Continue reading Unclench your hands.
