“Ask me if I am a tree…” in my teen years this was my best friend’s favourite riddle. The answer is: “no.” Yeah… I still don’t get it either; but when you’re hopped up on slurpies and skittles things are funny even if you don’t know why. Questionable humour aside, this may be my new … More Ask Me if I am a Tree
One of the sticks I use to measure just how excellent I am being to myself is how often I compose in my head (and jot down!) little bits of poetry. Getting it together to actually post here as a Sohbet is A+ gold-star life management. What poetry actually measures for me is life-saturation of … More Poetry as a Metric
So, my latest health adventure is my adrenals seem to be coming back online – though in fits and starts. Mostly this means I get the adrenal rush of fight or flight response out of nowhere. An ohmyGodohmyGodohmyGod alert for no bloody reason which leaves me wound up beyond belief. My acupuncturist has given me … More 10 minutes’ll do ya!
Wow. I have a post-it note with the words: The sacredness of experience in the midst of ordinary life, up beside my computer. It’s been there so long I can’t even remember what book that sentence came from. But it sure came to mind tonight.
Well, I certainly would have written a very different post half an hour ago. One on hope, risk, reason, fear, yadda yadda. A thousand thoughts roiling in my head. Not now. Now I remember why I sit:
Valerie Roney 