This is The Thing

As I don my wool socks, fleece shirt and vest, and put on a hat this morning, I’ll admit that I’m thinking:  “Where’s a damn hotflash when you need one?!” I don’t care for the cold.  Rather, I don’t like feeling cold. In fact, I rather enjoyed walking out into the bracing air this morning.  [...]

No, I don’t just mean my fruits, veggies, meats and dairy (although those are nearly always organic at my house, too) — I mean actually living in a way that is organic and spontaneous and tuned to my personal rhythms (which rhythms, like much of my make-up, are a bit strange, even to me). Today, [...]

Thursday I was surprised by my first period in over three months.  It’s funny how easily I can forget something that used to happen to me monthly. I crawled into the cave of my own head and pretty much came out only for meals, pre-set calendrical appointments, and various and sundry movies and mindless internet [...]

I want to start with a bit of disclaimer: I actually LIKE the concept of “barter economy”. It fits right in with my entire ethics set. I really want it to work. And. But. And. I recently participated in a trade. It started in January of this year. I really wanted the thing I was [...]

This is the longest break I’ve taken from blogging here since I began my renewed daily blogging practice in June. I opted to just take the week and enjoy the hell out of myself during my parent’s visit, and I did, indeed, have a very enjoyable time. Here are some vignettes from the past week: [...]

Today, my mom and dad were here for their first full day in the paradise that I call “Port Townsend”. Charles invited his mom and dad over for lunch, and we all sat on the patio, in what I think of as “Perfect September” (I hesitate to call it “Indian Summer”, because I’m frankly uncertain [...]

My parents arrive tomorrow for a four day visit. One of the things that I’ve been focused on in the last few years of my life is the conscious creation of real relationship, and this is something I want with my parents. Real relationship from the authentic being that I am to the authentic beings [...]

Poem at 11:55 pm Somehow the day has come measured down to these last five minutes. Then, it all begins again. My eyelids drop and leak tears that have no grief in them. I did not do the things I did not do today. They stand in line, waiting their turn. “Tomorrow,” they whisper, hopefully, [...]

I want more time and energy, and less Stuff. Somehow, I suspect that the two are linked. I spent today, and most of yesterday, cleaning out and re-organizing the basement.  It’s something that’s been dangling for me since we moved into this house over a year ago. But doesn’t that always seem to be the [...]

Well, I willingly succumbed to the Labor Day weekend, and didn’t post a thing. So, here’s a poem I wrote this weekend about the Asian Pears and the Italian Plums we have dangling from the trees in our yard (gee, that’s so multi-cultural!). Summer’s Children They have leaned against the wind and rolled the droll [...]