Day 35 – turning inwards involves housework?

So, apparently turning inwards involves housework. I had a fuck that shit moment last night. Since my sleep schedule got out of whack I’ve been practicing good sleep hygiene and not doing much after midnight; at least resting if I’m not sleeping. The night before last was some of the perkiest I’d been in a while; but aside from taking notes on all the cool 10,000 Views Party stuff that was churning in my head, I was laying low, staying quiet, willing to leave all that action for when I got up the next day.

Except when I got up the next day I felt like shit Continue reading »

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Day 25 – s p a c e

Further to what I wrote on life widening and deepening and balloons: you know what expands balloons? Space. Continue reading »

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Sohbet – The Sharp Edge of Shears

Garden at twilight.

Everything pruned back
cleared out.
No barren wasteland.
There’s fecundity
in this emptiness.

Seemingly harsh cuts
make room to grow.

Resting
in a space
of gratitude
for the sharp edge
of shears.

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Sohbet – haiku tree

We’re going to try something new here. A haiku tree. I’ll start a haiku (the trunk) and you all can take any word/theme from the poem and add your own haiku (add a branch) or take a snippit from someone else’s haiku response to graft a branch on their branch, and well see just what kind of wild and winding tree we can grow here.

Logistics: if you’re branching off of my haiku, you’ll need to post it in the Leave a Reply box at the bottom of the page, if you want to build on somebody else’s branch be sure to click on Reply by their name.

This could be very cool…

Here’s the starting haiku:

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A flat of peaches
Brought home from warmer valleys
Scent infuses space

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Don’t Shit Where You Eat

I’m a fiercely loyal friend, who tends to get scrappy in the defence of the people I love (for the record: that’s mentally scrappy – it’s all on the inside and I generally manage to keep my mouth shut and stay out of fistfights, but the knee-jerk response is still there). So, imagine the schism in my brain when the person I want to come to the rescue of and the person I want to kick the tar out of for harming a member of my “clan” are the same person. Continue reading »

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