My succulent has expired. Kinda ironic 🙂 Today was very solid otherwise... Got everything done/organized for the day at work -- Maysome made me a cup of tea, which was just perfect! Made it home on the bus without incident. Dinner was amazingly restorative, with the house to myself, clean kitchen, good tunes and fresh food that … Continue reading I killed my plant
Tag: My Narrative
I'm writing this pep talk for myself. Despite no contact with the outside world, not leaving the house and going solo today, I've managed to bake this cake and put a little icing on top, and savour the eating of it without belly-flopping. Me, myself and I have had a pretty decent weekend. If I … Continue reading P01: party of one
Life, it seems, is never dull. I don't think I've been bored for more than 5 minutes for all of recent history, by which I mean as much and as far back as I can remember, and most especially the past 3 years.... In the beginning of 2015, I moved out of my volunteer role … Continue reading Summers, growing pains
I'm craving normal conversation and hugs. And comfort and optimism. I woke up this morning and felt awful, decided to take a sick day and fell back asleep until noon. Porridge for brunch, cleaned up a bit and now I have to attempt more adult-ing activities, namely grocery shopping and house hunting, and maybe I'll … Continue reading 4:53
I didn't know if I was going to make it past 1030am today. I only started work at 10am. It was an interesting day. My phone is dead, so, sorry not sorry for anybody trying to reach me. Keeping myself housed, and happy, is on my mind. It would seem odd to go into too … Continue reading where from here?
Without further ado, and in no particular order: Talking with friends, laughing with family. Popcorn and movies. Sunny weekends. Rainy weekends. Blankets and books. Artistry, warmth. Contentment. Green spaces, wild places. Community. Goodness. Last but certainly not least: My headphones and fiddle are just too fantastic for words.
Listen to your heart, make it count. Come alive, be present.
Today was the best kind of ordinary. I think of my friends and feel their warmth. The past sings softly. --Sam
*Blue whales' hearts are the size of a small car and the arteries are large enough for a small child to crawl through. *Listening to Radical Face "Welcome Home Son", Buena Vista Social Club... *I'm so tired. So tired of making space for everyone else. I've gone so far as to write myself a note about … Continue reading Tuesday and holding
i had the weirdest dream this morning. neighbour sneezed, thankful it jolted me awake. craving warmth and sleep. fresh bread, homemade peanut butter. tea and i can still breathe. it's time to be present and not preoccupied. However... scared the double-sided adhesive strips will get me into trouble. no energy today. and still trying to sit … Continue reading Park first (questions later)