Tuesday, November 19, 2013 at 10:04AM 
Monday, Monday, can't trust that day.
But yesterday's Monday turned out OK. Mostly because I received two messages, reinforcements, right on time.
First, a mermaid.
Wednesday, November 13, 2013 at 11:18AM 
This is where the stories come in. Whenever things get tough, there they are.
You know them: all the stories you heard as a child about the trade you have to make for the thing your heart wants.
About what the hero does.
Wednesday, November 6, 2013 at 12:00PM 
Right now I'm making a decision to be late to work. This is risky for me, since I got called out about my work-ethic (as if) a few weeks ago, and spent the better part of two weeks waiting for the ax to fall.
Seriously.
Monday, April 9, 2012 at 09:38PM 
When I want to read something that lulls me back into hive-mind, some song of trees and deer and birds, it's to Mary Oliver that I always turn. I had a period, starting in 2009, where I read a poem of hers every morning -- a special diet, probably the only kind of sustained meditation I'm capable of, sitting quietly with some words. I'd set myself down in a special spot reserved only for this reading, perched on a yoga block in front of a window onto the garden and allow myself just one poem a morning. In this way I made my way through several books of poems, first Why I Wake Early, then Dream Work, then Blue Iris. Oh, and House of Light. I'd been wondering how to add poetry to my day, how to make my way through the books I'd bought. It didn't seem right to just sit in a chair and plow through them, one after another, taking them in willy-nilly, pigging out on them. I wanted, instead, that sensation of allowing myself just one a day, one little tasty truffle.
Mary Oliver, NaBloPoMo, bees, books, reading 