It’s been a hard day’s night
And I’ve been working like a dog
It’s been a hard day’s night
I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you
I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright
From “A Hard Day’s Night” by the Beatles
Ever listen to the weather channel?
Partly clowww deee
I hear the mechanical voice say…
Cool Crisp Eery Outlined Bones Pointing At Orange Fire Moving Pushing To Stormy Blues Trying something new this month to have a creative outlet to contrast with work. Seems crazy at this busy time to try to do daily posts but that’s what I’m going to try. Just a photo and a brief poem, quote,…
I’ve been trying to remember what it was like to be a kid — to remember what I played at and imagined and loved. I want to see if the things I started out loving provide clues to how to bring those playful feelings (free, light, uninhibited, unworried about outcome, adaptable, unrestricted) back into my way too serious life.
Here is another side of the story about my first day in the enchanted woods that I left out of my previous post. Java, poor girl, dragged up north to lay around waiting for me to take her out to explore. Sitting at the cabin’s small dining table, with its wooden chairs that are too…
I watched Java walk past me for the tenth time as I listened to the rhythmic sound of paw, toenail drag; paw, toenail drag. Then silence. Java stands, nose to the wall, staring. I wait for her to whisper “open sesame” and for the wall to comply and let her through. But soon the paw,…
It seems like so many people are doing 30 days of something. I’ve done my own stints of 30 days of yoga, 30 days of bicycling, 30 days of meditation, 30 days of poetry, and so on. 30 days sounds doable. And if you can hang in there for 30 days, there’s a promise, implied…
