And mindful reflection.
Evanston Canal, by the hospital
J and C in Chinatown
And eyes that see.
And ears that hear.
And the willingness to work through what I cannot see or hear,
or maybe ever.
Safe doesn’t always mean pretty
Strength from all over the place. Some boundaries too.
No such thing as trapped. Not really.
Grateful for all that has led me here, right now.
In the journey
Yeah, I love clouds though I don’t understand them.
Grateful for you and others on my path who may have caused wounds,
My busy head. I have learned to like my head and its committee.
And grateful for my voice and for yours.
One scar, of many.
This is my heart.
And this is my art.
When I couldn’t sleep last night, this happened.
And we all have stuff with which to make art.
It’s always been you, John.
Most people know that yesterday was the
38th anniversary of John Lennon’s assassination. If you know anything about me, you are aware that I am much more than just a lifelong fan of John Lennon and his music. I hoped to lose my virginity to John Lennon. Obviously, that didn’t work out as he was assassinated in 1980, but had he lived longer…. Continue reading “Loving John After My Break Up with Peter”
ESCAPE ROUTE: Make it less private.
Ask for help.
Tell the truth.
Continue reading “Directions on Escaping Your Private Hell”
Over the past several weeks, I haven’t published any blog posts, but have authored at least 200 articles in my head. The reviews have been mixed, according to the reviewers who reside in my head.
Continue reading “The trickiest of all technical difficulties”
Maybe, they don’t, but they’re just programmed to think they do.
Continue reading “Citizens of Gluttonville want more…”
I really love getting older. This is absolute truth. I also have this theory that working so very hard to fight aging, ages a person. Pfft.
Continue reading “The Wrinkle in Working to Fight Aging”
I became discerning, but my “man-picker” was still in question. Had my “man-picker” become so picky it was like picking a gnarly scab?
For the better part of the past decade, I have dated myself far more than I’ve dated anyone else. After my departure from my marriage, I made an intentional choice to hang out with myself. I did this for several reasons I was aware of at the time, and some I learned along the way:
Continue reading “Dating Myself, & the Dog Who Doesn’t Beg”