I was in love with the myriad of little ways
That he exhibited his personal expression.
They say this isn’t love – just infatuated obsession,
But they do not know how to care by dimensions.
I was in love with the myriad of little ways
That he exhibited his personal expression.
They say this isn’t love – just infatuated obsession,
But they do not know how to care by dimensions.
Feeling better again.
I remember how I was on that New Year’s eve when I took of picture of myself dressed up and smiling with my arms flung wide and hair fluttering.
I see myself again as such now.
I am the same…just more matured and wiser.
Billions of people are here on this world:
Some, caught in webs, waiting for release,
Others are like lone bright, shining stars
Held captive by their own imaginations.

Photo credit: my youngling.
Did she yearn for it?
Did she beg for it?
Did she work for it?
Did she sweat for it?
Down on her knees:
Did she break for it?
Investing her life –
Give her all to it?
It is strange being my age as the years expand in time’s experience.
I feel that I have only just arrived, as maturity learns to exert resistance.
The difficulties are within my own mind as I analyze and interpret external data.
It was very difficult growing up in the era where I did, and it keeps being an adjustment at any temporal level.
Not fitting into predefined roles (except those that I create and claim for myself), it is more common to continue feeling like an outsider.
Why do I keep attempting to keep myself small, when it is the world that I would claim as I give my heart to it?
The minutes click by
On a phone’s screen
Keeping me company
So that I don’t scream
And run yammering back
The way that I have come
Searching to return to
Where I’d once begun
For loss is not gain
After time invested
And pain is overrated
Though allowed reign.
This grief upon losing contact with my blogging friend has hit my brain unexpectedly – causing foggy thinking, body shutdown, and anxietal overwhelm in daily functioning.
I had not realized to such extend how I had counted on his online presence as positively reinforcing my psychology.
Or maybe it is just the shock because I had hoped that we would always stay friends.
After she gave the crow family an apple in passing, they told their community about her.
That evening, a crow family came to roost in the backyard trees.
Now her family and the crows take turns sharing and observing each others’ antics.

I was invited to a wedding. My first official dressup in many, many years! It was lovely!



For once, she was One.
For once, she was her self.
(It helps to first be reclining, relaxing, and then play it on loop.)
My mind is my friend and works best when we can play together.
Scientists have surmised that stars, planets, and other spacial matter are what we see glowing in the heavens when we look up at the night sky.
But what if these supposed “objects” are pinholes poked through the dark fabric of time from a blinding white light on the other side where other intelligence views us and seeks to understand itself through our eyes?
My youngest has promised to soon make me their baked goody specialties.
My text response: “‘Thankusomuuuch!’ Effuvious happy anticipatory drooling…”


I love the crow caw affirming after she says, “Me no wan non a dat.”
She wasn’t going back to that dark place.
She would not make once offer to another.
He wasn’t the only one who could be absolute.
She had learned well by his example.
The nice thing about being a healer is that I can find good community individuals in need of and appreciative of my being able to help them improve their quality of living.
Here the chimes in the background?



He had always been there, somewhere in the background. His absence cut a fresh swath in her soul.
I get attached to my stories, for they are my memories. They are my experiences.
I feel sad when I have to leave each one behind like a trail of bread crumbs.
They lead back to where I started from, and they lead right back to me.
Crows and squirrels, mice and bugs – even the roots of trees – may consume what I have done, thankful for this temporary sustenance.
Like a mythical creature born to roam as the only one of its kind, I continue forward to seek the sunlight’s dappling.
So young back then!
I keep rehydrating, reactivating, and remobilizing zones until they are capable of restoring their components by rehabilitation.
My therapy has expanded to upper thigh into abdominal muscle reactivation!
My interests are bundled in little pockets within my mind, looking for opportunities to develop where I am not stuck in a bind.
When my leg muscles are too tight and I need to go from standing to sitting on the ground, it is a precarious teetering situation to do so because I cannot yet even rely on my shoulder to be sound and catch my weight in controlled falling down.

I checked out a dating app and immediately got hit up on by a twenty year old.
Of course, I exited.