Those that have more than one house do not seem to stand up for those who do not have even one.
Instead, they eat the cream from others’ labor right off the top – leaving what little remains in a state of rot.
Those that have more than one house do not seem to stand up for those who do not have even one.
Instead, they eat the cream from others’ labor right off the top – leaving what little remains in a state of rot.
You know those video games where you leap from and onto shifting platforms trying to go forward and upward while things are being thrown at you to bonk you off and crash you down by gravity?
Yep.
That’s my life.
Leaping against and despite adversity.
I no longer lift from quads when walking, but extend from the back of my legs as I slide-push forward, extending from glutes and lower hamstrings.
An amazing, rippling, luster-petaled white rose with incredible smell that now once I read its name feels weird to inhale!
Just go pick your younger version.
I’ve got better things to do than pine for past seasons.
No matter what our desperations, we must overcome our baser reactions as humanity.
We must use our production wisely.
(Title phrase from movie His Girl Friday with Cary Grant, Rosalind Russell, and Ralph Bellamy.)
At some point, traumatic response becomes the mainstay when circumstances keep conspiring.
This is likely going to get worse before it gets better.
I can feel circumstances converging, with us caught in the middle.
The landlord’s child is looking for housing for school locally – and we all know what that could mean when renting the landlord’s one local property.
It happened to us last time, our prior landlord wanting to rent to students, making us homeless.
F*ck brain trauma and all of this destabilizing.
It wasn’t about self disgust or anything like that.
It was a pushing back against societal messaging of who and what she “should” be.
It was about reclamation of her identity’s space, and the right to liberate her spirit from the chains of conformity.
In a dream.
Some conversation of premise, allowing assessment of scent while drawing close.
A brief embrace, fingers touching chin, inhaling as answer undefined question.
“Yes.”
The great reveal.
May we please have stable housing?
“The essence of existence…”


What seemed secure because it was “known” backfired, causing more unnecessary damage.



Happening across a like-minded cohort.
The pain of fresh betrayal.
Above my lair I heard their call as two pair vied for territory and bonding.
From my beloved eldest.
My children are wild weeds
Brought up to seed dreams
Strong spirited like the oak
Crafting wisdom as the owl
Adapting flow within winds
Ocean tide ebbs and swells.

A purple iris root mass finally sprouting!

First garden sighting!
It is hard to find where one belongs when descended from many.
It must be enough to maintain my own, rather than being required to account for others’ lack of responsibility.
Instead of freaking out, she let the energy carry her.
I do not want to be injured, anymore.
“Dear Customer Service,
Your denying the reality of my dissatisfied experience with your sub-par product reinforces that I shall never recommend, nor ever buy from, your company again.”
I feel, very much.
It was suggested that I not say I am injured.
WT-?
When insurance pulled its 3rd party exam sham to abruptly cut of my financial support, I knew any time for retraining was pushed to ending.
So I jumped into more classes than I should have due to my injuries in order to gather as many marketable skills to put under my belt as I could.
Being an optimist, even though I began flailing under the increased performance intensity of networking to keep our housing and increasing to four days of classes and travel, I hoped this could rebuild my functional capacities.
But “lo and behold” my “crashing and burning!”
Injury symptoms have drastically worsened and I have to drop classes to respond to my body’s warnings.
The hope in all of this is that since I fought and created room for the extra classes against external pressures, if I can hold this space I might still finish my certificate.
The dentist was very kind to say that my teeth are the perfect opacity.
I have learned to even outwit myself.
Perhaps the best thing that I can do right now is just say, “No.”