It was not my fault though. It was the iffy Midwest weather and the seemingly insurmountable amount of yardwork. Around this time of year, I am usually a few steps ahead and have started planting and made mucho progress on the yard and flower beds. Heck sometimes, the gardens are even mulched and look pleasing…
Tag: #selfcare
The Dead Tree
Funny the things you’ll notice all of a sudden sometimes. Things you’d swear were never there. But they were, had been. Perhaps for a long time even. Like this dead tree I chanced upon today Despite coming here 2-3 times a week walking right by it, maybe just a mere 200 or 300 feet away…
The Wee Hours
It’s been a while since I’ve been up in the wee hours of the morning. And by a while, I mean maybe 3 or 4 weeks. That’s a miracle to me. Insomnia has been a constant companion of mine for many many years. Many years. And it’s only after a good night’s sleep or several…
How odd it is
How odd it is to find oneself unexpectedly parent-less
The return of insomnia?
I have just one word “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!” It’s 2:35am. Why am I up? This s*** better not start again. I just can’t…
In grief and hope, maybe
Missing mom a lot today. Came across this poem titled How we Survive by Mark Rickerby while looking for something to mirror the devastation I am feeling today, have been feeling of late. And I did, there is no scarcity of that. The paragraph below hit me as I wanted it to and I cried…
Why I hate summer.
I looked wistfully at the deck and wondered vaguely why I don’t sit there any more. It’s a beautiful deck, well shaded. And I used to sit here quite often a few years back. Was it the grief I’d been dealing with back to back: personal grief, a bad break up, a good friend passing…
Terrible, thanks for asking.
There’s a podcast I found a few months ago with this very name. It’s about those days or times when you feel terrible after loss, grief etc etc and someone asks you how are you? And really you feel terrible but say fine anyway. This is where I am. Where I have been for the…
Authensible Musings: Piercing the mundane of everyday life 