i find i am becoming used to the manner in which life changes more than it remains the same for me. i can’t say i enjoy it all the time, but i am becoming comfortable with it. or perhaps simply less affected by it. no longer willing to suffer for the process of distinguishing one circumstance from another.

“Granted there are certain people to whom the most compassionate act is disengagement (so that they cannot harm themselves or others), but for the vast majority of sentient beings, compassion is simply kindness, tenderness and love.” – a friend, upon a forum, in relation to decision to ban another in a ‘no one is ever banned’ space.

it is a unique experience to be treasured. i cannot say it is something i have ever enjoyed in life. ever known. i suppose that could be a sad statement, except i am so content in this moment, that saying it isn’t at all heavy.

heh. sitting here with the master sergeant, and giving him a short tutorial of wordpress and the ‘inner workings’ of my blog. he thinks, ‘pretty cool’…. or so he says… but i think he just wants me to get away from this damn thing and let’s go do something else. one thing bad about the ‘geek girl’ all you geek guys say you want is… sometimes… she’s just as much a geek as you. (grin) ok…. ok… i’m going!

there’s nothing quite like having a moment in which it becomes very, very clear that your opinion on pretty much anything simply… does… not… matter. my friend, the one who is responsible for me being here, where i am in this moment, the one that talked me into coming here…. is leaving. they are sitting here writing the ad for his replacement. i mention that i’m a copywriter. i mention that i have been an IT recruiter. i offer to help. they both ignore me wholly. oh yeah, i’m really feeling like i matter here. oh yeah,  i’m really feeling […]

hah. one of the memories from youth rises to give me the perfect title for this post.

a quick poem, given in response to a kind email in which another mentions and thanks for being someone able to ‘agree to disagree’.

the sky is overcast, it is cold, my arthritis is acting up, i’ve got rubber in my checking account until tomorrow, there’s no food in the apartment, and i will pay income tax this year instead of find a refund. and i’m smiling. what’s wrong with this picture? absolutely nothing. there is part of me that wants to get all stupid, silly, fifth grade sappy about now… and there’s part of me that refuses and is shoveling everything into a crockpot called ‘mindful melting pot’ to stew down and be assimilated. i’ll let ya know when soup’s on… this, my […]

sometimes there are no words. sometimes, it is wisest just to admit it. this is my admission… there are no words. heh. i’m sure i’ll forget all too soon. but, for now, simply a smile and to say very precisely that there… are… no… words.

he is still in the air. three hours puts him somewhere over kansas about now… heh. humorous thoughts of ‘wizard of oz’ and giggles. i woke at 7am sharp and could not sleep if my life depended upon it.