I have eight tattoos currently, and no regrets. My first ink was a thirtieth birthday present: I got a tattoo of the crown chakra, and had it done in purple. The crown chakra represents knowledge and peace, which I felt were nicely aspirational sentiments for a tattoo. It’s on my back, just above the left shoulder blade. It’s the only tattoo I can’t see without … Continue reading Tattoo Number Nine Is Pending
Introduction I’ve been struggling with doing this last bit, and that struggle extends into writing. Part of the blame lies with mood, and part of it is a result of pain. Depression leaves me apathetic and unmotivated, and the pain associated with carpal tunnel syndrome in my right hand, along with the carpal metacarpal arthritis in both hands, makes working with my hands difficult. The … Continue reading Seventy-Three Questions, Seventy-Three-ish Answers
I don’t like living in big emotions, especially the negative ones, but unfortunately, I tend to ruminate. I get stuck in my thoughts and feels, and I forget how to find my way out. Unfortunately, if the exit is unavailable, maladaptive coping mechanisms come back to the fore right damn quick. Some people respond more positively to life’s slings and arrows, or so it seems … Continue reading Run Fast From the Feelings – a journal joint
Sugar is a scary thing I added sugar to the last of the blackberries I bought at Lepp’s – they’re a smidge bitter – when a memory hit me. We used to head out to the field/school yard behind the house in the summer months to pick blackberries when I was young, we being my parents and two brothers. Once the various ice cream buckets … Continue reading Blackberry thoughts – a journal joint
From Famine to Feast 