i’ve been row-boating my way to and fro work these last few days. buckets, bathtubs, and barrels of rain showering down on california. an early amuse bouche from santa if you ask me. cold, rainy days make the cup of coffee steamier, the cheeks rosier, and...
there is a privacy about it which no other season gives you…. in spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself....
winter has come early. she seems to have taken my voice. her thick, loud silence serenading me with an intoxicating harmony. it charms me like a snake; in my basket of fluffy down. the luxury of stillness no longer a longing. image Similar posts:rainy...
i am thankful for humility. the angst i feel toward some is really just my own self distrust. fear disguised as spite. hurrah to pluck and faith. happy thanksgiving to the bright side. image Similar posts:happy weekendweekend wrap-upradwide...
cheers to another chance. courage in my cup, i recommit myself to expelling the naysayer in last night’s slippers. she hasn’t served me. it’s a sweet farewell. the dreamer has sat sideline too long. an illusion no more, hour by hour the scale tips...
trying not to react to my hash-brain which keeps showing up for breakfast. one big, blend of besprinkled thoughts twirling around in my head; propelling me into a fit of emotions. good-naturedly rigid, i ground all ten toes into my sandbox of sanity. this casserole of...
