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 … More Day 35 – turning inwards involves housework?
Further to what I wrote on life widening and deepening and balloons: you know what expands balloons? Space.
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.
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 … More Sohbet – haiku tree
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 … More Don’t Shit Where You Eat
Valerie Roney 