The Day Off 4am: The smell of burnt toast awakens me. Is Matt drunk-cooking again? Is that a fan I hear down there, still faintly going? Will it be nasty-cold in the kitchen? I make a move to check. First, warm pants. Yesterday’s double black stretchies will do, underwear still in, just as I had… Continue reading The Day Off: 4am
It's not a glamorous place to become a healer/poet. It’s neither east, nor west in the lower peninsula. Even to say peninsula gives you the idea of water nearby, but Eaton County, Michigan isn’t the place to find much of that. It’s undulating country sides-- ‘hilly’ may be too extreme a description. To the settlers… Continue reading Eaton County Mammal
The creation and the embodiment of energy, what they’ve invested in, valued, now mingling impossibly here...
The first mistake is to make up one's mind too soon about what kind of day you're having. Especially if you know you run to morbidity. Then trying to decide it's a good day seems forced, and everything the whole day long will be duly difficult. Try wandering up and down the house or apartment… Continue reading Morning Mood/Cranberries