I don’t have writer’s block. I have a life block. Nothing feels quite right with me of late, and I don’t feel particularly present, either. Everything feels a little bit skewed and off-kilter. Part of this is timing – November is not my favourite month. It’s not the dark and dreary cold dampness, though that’s not thrilling either. It’s memories. The body remembers trauma, and … Continue reading Feeling Wordsworth, an off-the-cuff joint.
A fearless inventory In September of this year (2024), I took an unflinching inventory of my clothing and makeup supplies. I had a lot of things to count. When I was done, I was horrified to discover that I seemed to have almost all the stuff. No wonder I felt like I had clutter. I do. I’ve spent much of my life trying to organize, … Continue reading My Shopping Fast – an update.
“Gifted” is mostly practice I find it odd when people use the phrase “gifted,” because what they’re labelling as “talent” is most often the result of hard work. Talent is nice, sure, but without training in the area of interest, it’s also fairly useless. The “talented” label also denies the work people put in. This is not to say that there isn’t a very tiny … Continue reading Instinct is a skill.
Good boundaries. I didn’t grow up with good boundaries. There are reasons for that: My son, on the other hand, has great boundaries. He has great boundaries for the same reason he’s not frightened of spiders – I raised him that way. Teaching him to have good boundaries was a deliberate act. We all want our children to have what we didn’t. By the time … Continue reading We Need Roots, Wings, and Boundaries.
From Famine to Feast 