Recovery, philosophy, mental health, things that interest me, and random poetry.
A family friend died this past weekend. I learned about it on Wednesday morning. Then I went out and bought cat food. It’s an oddity of death; for those of us left behind, life goes on. It seems like it shouldn’t. It seems like the world should pause, acknowledge the passing of the now dead, …
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...
I have not felt particularly poetic of late which is odd considering that I favour dark themes and sad stories which currently abound in the here and now...
We tend to inertia, a curious feature in a species so dedicated to evolution; personal and political, spiritual and sociological...
Why does the heat feel different in September? How does it know that fall is fast approaching?...
An accurate analysis of life; unfortunately, for those who suffer, depression takes a different view. Depression tells you you’re an island, alone in an uncaring world. Depression makes you wish you were alone and unencumbered, an island in truth so you could avoid feeling like you’re failing in your responsibilities. Obligations and demands feel so weighty when you’re down...
