Because the Middle of Week Five (is When Things Begin to Get Challenging). Part 2.

Yesterday's eye opening mid-morning downdress did not keep me awake, thankfully.  I do feel warned and better prepared to navigate that territory, should I find myself there, again. While I know, fundamentally, why I'm here - why I up and moved; why 97% of my belongings are in temperature controlled storage; why life is house/work/house... Continue Reading →

Ostridge*.

"I am not a product of my circumstances.  I am a product of my decisions." -Stephen Covey. *Yes, the title is mispelled.  It is mispelled on purpose, as are both those uses of "misspelled."  They are, all three, misspelt (which is oddly correct, though it looks deplorable, doesn't it?  It looks witchy and magickal.) by... Continue Reading →

Untitled (but suggestions welcome)

"Note to self:  It's not the future that you're afraid of.  It's fear of repeating the past that makes you anxious. Keep going forward." ~ me. 30 Aug, 2014. Originally posted elsewhere (with a different image) a couple years ago today, it is fresh and bright this morning. Alone in the house with things that hum.... Continue Reading →

Bearings.

Sunday evening truth:  After two full weeks, I feel a bit lost. Maybe it will come and go, just as the realization I am actually here at all keeps knocking me over in unpredictable, powerful waves of 'Oh my gosh!!'  They rise up at the silliest times and catch my breath.  At the kitchen sink... Continue Reading →

Sign[al].

Monday night concluded Week One of this new chapter in rural Virginia. We hear cows lowing through the woods, when sitting on the front porch.  And coyote through the back woods, when on the back deck.  The coyote are not lowing...they're doing something that sounds like a werewolf movie; just as cool as the cows... Continue Reading →

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