This week, I felt like an exposed nerve and an empty bowl under a faucet and the theme could have been OPEN if I was going to name my week. Maybe next week will be named CLOSED, but either way is OK. We have seasons. My friend Danielle makes the best lists and sells things … Continue reading 10 things from a week named OPEN
Starting out with an aside: In the most chill and non-obsessed way I would like to commit to writing every day and posting a thing I’ve written once a week. So there you have that. Let’s carry on. I’ve always been a fan of telling stories. Today I’m wondering about the timing. As in, when … Continue reading The shadow side to all this light
Things have fallen into place, compared to the way they have been for the last couple of years. Not the perfect place, but a place that is at least on the ground and not on fire. It’s a place I like. Some major wounds have closed up, and I don’t think too many germs were … Continue reading This being human is a guest house and mine is a mess (and it’s fine).
I am sitting at work and I can’t breathe and keep imagining smashing my laptop screen onto my desk. These are not feelings I like, words I want to share or thoughts I enjoy. I’m trying to observe them though, because mindfulness is a nice concept. It’s a challenge, because my inclination is to judge … Continue reading Things I did when I had a panic attack at work.
I just fell down an entire set of stairs, carrying a trash bag full of cat shit and old fridge garbage. After assuring my neighbors that yes, that sound was just my body, and my body is fine, I went upstairs and aggressively performed a ritual. I threw on the tea pot. I said some … Continue reading Ride the wave, trash queen.
If you are wondering what this work in progress business is all about, take a peek at my last post, where I give a little explanation. Then come back here, ok? xo I see islands when I close my eyes and when I am waking up, like a secret message, one that I can barely … Continue reading Work in progress: I see islands
I love to look at pictures of other people's artistic process, or creation process. Messy studios, a whiteboard covered in ideas, a rough sketch before it's turned into a painting-- yes please. The pencil marks that you see when you get close to a painting just feel so honest. With that in mind, I'm trying … Continue reading Work in progress: A poem I wrote while I was waking up