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sometimes things don’t look too bad from far, far away

but as you get closer,

you see it’s a wee bit larger than you first thought

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it’s true: things could be worse, but there’s just no way to get over this, or around this, or even through this – not comfortably or easily, at least – and you [...]

i fall into a rhythm. . . eventually.
i am reluctant to start projects, dreading the inevitable interruptions. what will someone need next? how long will i have before i am beckoned away? will i ever really finish?
begin the way you intend, acey says. and so i begin.
84 small panes of glass. 3 squirts with [...]

yesterday’s plan is history. too gimmicky, trying too hard to be clever i realized in the magical dark early hours this morning when it gelled: what i want is a way to commemorate days, not just chronicle them.
a most important prerequisite, of course, is that there there be days worthy of commemoration . . [...]

1.1: new. new beginning. new chapter. new start.
long ago i began to start my new years on 9.1. as an educator and mother of school-age children, it just made sense. even when the school calendars began creeping up into august, i held firm to 9.1.
i gave up on resolutions long, long ago because regardless of [...]

i am big on self-reliance, though sometimes i talk about it more than i practice it. recently, however, i had the ultimate opportunity to date to practice self-reliance: i went flying in the wind tunnel in denver. my son (a nut) skydives regularly, and every thursday night finds him flying in the wind tunnel league [...]

yesterday befuddlement came to call, covering my life like kudzu and ivy covering trees till even their shape is barely recognizable:

today befuddlement has retreated, allowing pathways to possibilities . . . roads that deliver to blurry, indecipherable destinations but, hey, at least there’s an opening:

i’m quite the independent person, a girl who Likes To Do Things Herself.
usually.
but this morning i’m pondering My Purpose In Life, and i declare: i wish somebody would just tell me. send me an email. give me a call. draw me a picture. i want to open up the mailbox to an envelope with the [...]

tonight at 7:30, i will have been married 35 years – to the SAME fantastical man – and that gives me such fodder for today: commitment; the role of space in togetherness; a place for everything; “like” v “love” – and is it really “v”; what is love anyway; growing together, growing separately, the infrastructure [...]

we’d notice with amazement the birdfeeder on the ground, chortling about how huge the squirrel must’ve been to straighten out the iron hanger. then, while i sweep up and pick up, mr. thrillenity notices the strange markings on the tree asking slowly: could it be that a bear steadied against the tree with one paw [...]

an interesting thing happened in my backyard as i worked inside to put a horrid incident of woman’s inhumanity to woman in perspective and ultimately to rest, and i didn’t even notice until just now as i sift, sort, and situate photos . . .
tired of losing sleep and walking daily through utter and neverending [...]

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