Recovery, philosophy, mental health, things that interest me, and random poetry.
I wish I spoke bird. Chipmunk or coyote would be cool too, as would deer or bear. Birds hop in the nearby grass as the rain falls, seeking worms. Four-legged beasties climb my trees, venture bravely into my yard, grab pears the size of their bodies and drag them back to their nests. I hear …
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...
"The weirdest of thoughts show up in my head once I’m tucked in and ostensibly settled for sleep. Something about being prone inspires my brain to head off on weird tangents and analyze odd thoughts and questions. Last night was no exception; i was full of mental meanderings."
"there’s something that soothes when you sit by a lake, especially early in the morning, when the temperature has equalized causing the wind to drop off, and the water looks almost like glass, rippling gently as underwater streams flow. it’s a lovely slice of peace and quiet, available to me because even on vacation, i get up early."
we’re all busy. we’re too busy. we’re busy all the time; we scurry around with nary a pause for breath and we aren’t really accomplishing anything substantive. acquiring, however, we do very well.
the heat has been intense the last few days and as my fans struggle to keep up, i wondered about air conditioners and how they work. turns out, it’s the refrigerants in air conditioners that make them so helpful at reducing the temperature. the liquid refrigerants inside the units absorb the heat from the air. …
"i’m not a hugger. i’m comfortable embracing my children but in general, hugs make me feel edgy and encroached upon. this includes my parents and siblings, though it makes me a little sad that my aversion causes them distress."
