11 June 2014


I am having such an existential year. 

14 March 2014

Friday Before Work

On mornings like this, when everyone else has left the house and it's just me here, it's so quiet. And I long to stay here, puttering in the upstairs hall while the sun dapples in on the pine floor. I want to heal some of the neglect that is all around this place. All the rushing around that is life makes me feel tired and I crave simplicity. I crave energy.

Some days, I want to throw everything out and start all over again. Instead, I spin in circles and I have to leave in 10 minutes and the E light is on again, and what will I make for dinner, and we're out of clean towels. All these necessities of a modern life.


10 March 2014

Always Moving Forward and so on

It seems ridiculous that I am writing on my phone. That is, using my phone (no longer a telephone), and even using italics in the process, to write a blog post. And as I type the phone makes the fake metallic clack of wanna-be typewriter keys, ironically. But the writer always persists in searching for ways and means of keeping the words flowing. This tool will enable me to write a little anywhere. To note a few things before they leave my dying mind. I will never abandon my cozy notebooks. But I see that this can be good, too.

And I do so need to get back to my writing. I am thinking about an anonymous blog where I can speak comfortably about work and life and death. I have to be so careful all the time.

But I do not want to be careful. I want to be free.