Morning Pages

I still never really know what will happen here when I begin. I often change everything two or three times before I hit Publish. I always think these posts are sooo boring, and question why I persist, but yet I do. It’s like a sick compulsion. It’s like a job nobody hired me to do but I feel I have to do it anyway.

Lighten Up, Buttercup.

Buttercup eats when she’s hungry, sleeps when she’s tired, and doesn’t know what day it is most of the time. The culture doesn’t even know Buttercup exists, or if it does, it doesn’t take her seriously or make any demands of her. Buttercup is a child, according to the culture. Buttercup better grow the hell up.

Protect Your Peace: The Benefits of Disconnecting from Media

 My posts have been so downbeat lately. First, I was whining about how my eye surgery got FUBARed,  Then, the election had me in a total rage.  But I’m here this week to report I’m feeling better.  I’ve stopped reading the news and going on social media, and it’s made a tremendous difference in my … Continue reading Protect Your Peace: The Benefits of Disconnecting from Media

How It’s Been Going Since The Election

I take a shower, do my hair, decide what to wear, and drag myself up the stairs thinking, “How much longer can I do this? What’s the point? Nobody comes, or very few.” I hang up my coat, take off my shoes, and begin setting up the room: pick the music, and light the candles. I dim the overheads. I power on the spiral. It feels so warm, so sacred, so calm. It feels like church. It feels like a world apart.