oh boy. here i sit, wishing i didn’t have to go into that office today. i’m going to need to seriously juggle some things in my head or this next three months is going to be misery. monday morning, pre-coffee, and i am wishing i could go back to bed. thoughts of playing hookie come and go. sigh. days like this, i wish i didn’t have to work. days like this, i wish i was a house mouse. curl into my man and murmur ‘honey, time to get up. do you want breakfast today?’ and he snuggles in and whispers […]
bleh
i’m thinking about history lately. and weirdness from unexpected corners. and, of course, the usual where/why did [insert event here] happen moroseness. as it is. it’s perfectly fine as it is. even with all that. just thoughts. they pass, ya know. i’m not upset over losing my friend anymore. kind of hurt. mostly just that. never easy to find out you were very simple to sit down, give up. ego bruise. it’ll pass. i find myself wishing for october. i’m anxious to get on with getting on to seattle. i’m also a bit miffed with the folks who are pouting […]
the truth of the innocent
the truth of the innocent is a simple thing. it doesn’t know motives it doesn’t know fear it doesn’t know doubt it is, and it does, freely without concern for more than now now is all there is it knows wonder sees it in everything even you especially you it doesn’t understand the rules that say ‘impossible’ the games that people play innocence is mindful play delight without demand being, as is, without fear the truth of the innocent is a simple thing. but the world no longer believes in simplicity.
fury of the innocent
what does that title mean or say to you? if you were to see it somewhere, placed by someone you know, what would you think? i think someone thinks themselves innocent. or perhaps they think i am innocent. i ponder it. i wonder about it. i will never know. my mind replied to it immediately as if the former rather than the latter. i suspect projection. i try not to feel badly. sometimes i succeed. i wish i had been more adamant earlier. perhaps it would have ended the same, but at least i would not have felt as if […]
morning fog
i woke up thinking about someone. sighing, shake my head, move to the bathroom, wash my face and slowly sip water as i watch myself in the mirror and ponder the stubbornness of the inner workings and how reluctant they are to loose things. i remember when i first could tell i was getting older. the way my face and body was shifting. my eyes have never changed. i notice it, in the mirror, and it makes me smile. shamble to the room, a kitten insisting upon petting takes a few moments. choice of clothing for the day and then, […]
stone silent
cold and quiet lifeless as rock trapped, a landslide of foolishness morning after behind the clouds silver line i will find
thought for the day
let him not say he is my friend who speaks as my friend, let him say he is my friend who shows love to my friends as the means by which to love me best. by making my world pleasant and restful, let him show me love. by making smiles appear on the faces around me, let him show me love. by remembering the thread which binds us all, let him show me love. (i believe myself to be the author of this, here, today, in this moment. but as you well know, there hasn’t been a truly original human […]