Saying goodbye is hard, and I have perseverated over this decision for long enough.
All things must pass and it’s time to do something different here. Mixed emotions for sure, looking back to when I started this blog.
Lordy, I was shattered.
Better now but it’s a long slog, undoing fifty years of situations I didn’t sign up for.
So…if you are so inclined, follow me on Medium for writing and IG for art.
It’s been grand, and thank you for reading.
Safe travels, wherever your journey leads.
It has been a long dark tea-time of the soul (thank you, Douglas Adams); murky and dense and sloggingly…well, just slogging. I mean, the individual days have held reprieves of music and art and my people but overall…oy. The year of grief began again with my Dad’s funeral. His death, now undeniable, marked… Continue Reading
It’s past noon and I am at last coming out of my surprise tailspin. What has happened to my morning? This business of healing, waking up, recovering, whatever you want to call it, is not linear. Or even circular. It’s more of a spiral. I come back around to things but I am not in… Continue Reading
Sometimes in the middle of the night when she wakes up she buys books. It’s not the wee hours of the morning; more like the belly of the beast, those 2am sleepless voids. The waking habit began years ago when she was still married but unaware she was sleeping with the enemy. Her… Continue Reading
I read somewhere that in Celtic tradition grieving lasts a year and a day because you have to get through the first birthday, holiday, season without someone. Even though Dad died several months ago it wasn’t until his services at Arlington a few weeks ago that I felt like my year had begun.… Continue Reading
(Credit: I found this on the web heading an article in relevantmagazine.com) I don’t think it’s this…. Nothing like witnessing firsthand the devolution of civil discourse to give a glimpse into the minds of people. There was no pretense at exchange of ideas or curiosity about why someone might hold a differing opinion. When not… Continue Reading
Yes, it’s snowing again Spring is a tough season at this elevation. Yay for the snow because it means we’ll have water this summer but oy vey, it’s beginning to wear. Narnia is greyscale and I miss colors. I opened my curtains to a serious snowstorm, a new crop of icicles and a house finch… Continue Reading
Russia thought the government would just fold up Governments around the world have shown us who they are and what they care about (hint: it’s not people, peace or justice). President Zelenskyy was right about Russian Federation and Iran; “one terrorist has found the other”. A year of cowardly destruction by the terrorist Russian Federation government…and… Continue Reading
When life is too much for an empath I consider being an empath or having empathic tendencies a gift, but one that must be closely guarded. The weight of the pain of those suffering can crush you if you aren’t careful. Here are a few ways I have found to stay reasonably sane in the… Continue Reading
The boxes arrived a few days after my dad died. Two boxes. One contained photographs and writings of his war time in Korea and Vietnam. Also in the box was a 5″ thick binder with a copy of what appears to be every piece of paper he gave the Corps (my birth certificate, transcripts from… Continue Reading
