A day

Sometimes churning for future events becomes overwhelming.  Had a semi-comatose day of being overwhelmed, and spent the day in and out of this world, encountering the snake who spoke to me from a corner of the dark cold room, and doing everything except the thing that needs to go out to other people.  Now I sit to focus and dispatch that task.

Yeah!! done!! time to eat, and eat well!!

On to the loom to set order to chaotic strings.

Is this the party to whom I am speaking?

mid-spring

Today's slice: resolving to be the attentive gatekeeper who allows only quality material to pass outside.  Exhausting but gratifying work to see a better product after running it through coarse then finer sieves of scrutiny.  Much sleep has been lost and the mental state is sharp - on edge, more likely.  I remind myself to respond slowly so that I don't alarm others around me.

Meanwhile the garden does not wait and has been moving at its own pace.  Daily progress appears slow but now I need to begin and finish a preparatory task before reaping and using material that comes only once a year.  How many more "once a year" events will come to me?  There is much to do with fewer seasons of time.

Knock-Knock

A stranger (yet who seemed familiar to me) seeking reception dropped in last week, and I said I would learn and carry her information for her.  Don't know why I obligated myself but this seems to be something I can do.  Will not forget the relieved look in her eyes as she recognized some affinity and mutual trust between us after I made the commitment.  Later in the week another visitor dropped by after a long absence, seeking some type of re-connection.   Interesting that what was said reflected their version of the past that was very different from what I thought was happening at the time.

Roar

No images do justice to the sea.

And our moon dances with Jupiter and its moons tonight.

Ask Alice

What do you do to ease the ache?  perhaps you drink to ease the pain? perhaps you drink to try to forget? But drinking makes you remember more. 

How do you break the cycle? 

Writing has been cathartic but memories flood back and there are times when companionship would be most welcome. Someone to share portions of life and thoughts with. 

Maybe 5 mg will help.