Blueberries all year round.

...I’m fortunate to live in a place where berries are plentiful in the summer months. I look forward to the period that used to start mid-July but now arrives in early June. It last until August. The season gets longer every year. Climate change is a bad thing, that’s just a fact; however, it has resulted in a longer berry season and this I enjoy...

I like calling them panic attacks.

We tend to sanitize the English language. Too much, in my humble opinion. I understand the motivation. A great many terms have become pejorative. Language that used to be acceptable but is blatantly derogatory, exclusionary, and discriminatory is no longer considered acceptable by the rank and file. There are hangers on, of course, but their use of antiquated and ugly terminology makes them easily identifiable...

Seeing signs.

I’m not a believer in all things metaphysical but I’m not a non-believer, either. I used to have a more developed spiritual side. I used to see God in the details. I looked for fairies under the mushrooms. I gave reverence to the moon and to her cycles. I was pretty sure I could feel people’s auras when I dowsed with my crystal pendulums. But I stopped. I pulled back from my spiritual side and immersed myself in science and logic...

Don’t waste your life.

I went sailing this weekend. I’m not fortunate enough to have my own boat; however, my parents are; I went with them. Just them and me; it was nice, albeit a little odd and stressful. Nice because I don’t get to spend all that much time with them by myself, notwithstanding the fact that they live in the same town. I see my mom a couple of times a week – we work out together, and my dad at family get togethers – once a month usually – or if I have something that I need help fixing. But just sitting and chatting time, not so much. Odd because I struggled to be present. It occurred to me while doing so that I’ve spent a great deal of my life doing the same thing. I’ve tried so hard to stay calm and controlled, to not let my eating disorder take over, and to do everything right, that I’ve missed a lot of moments. I’ve been there but not there. Present but absent. I regret that...