Your healing will never be complete if you treat it as a destination.
prose
In a COVID fever
If this is to be my end, what would I want to tell the world?
Sometimes, starting over is the best medicine.
Everything you care about can teach you something about yourself. Everything you hate can teach you even more.
Most things don’t really matter. And the things that do really matter, keep them as simple as possible.
Learning to let go is the most valuable life lesson.
What you see is gossamer compared to what actually exists.
The human brain may be the deepest, most amazing, underutilized miracle in the universe. And the most abused.
Fear is a poison to every part of our systems. So are worry and tension. And hatred.
If little things make you happy, you are very wise.
Walking is good for the whole body, but it works the gears of the brain the most.
All of life is poetry. Listen.
Night is a dark, magical place we can curl up and relax into.
Those whom we love are the meaning — the meaning of life itself.
Mingle your mind with other minds, your heart with other hearts.
It can all be over in the blink of an eye, so treasure every blink.
The music of your soul lives on.
My life thus far has been
Since the day I was born, I’ve been nothing but emotion. With frequent intervals of coldhearted reason.
Get drunk once in a while. It makes the world make more sense.
No matter how much human wisdom there is, the best teacher is always nature.
I love you.
Creator with sense of humor
I know intelligent design doesn’t exist because whoever gave wings to
Hard to escape
Even happiness worries sometimes.
Threads
Life is woven of love and death, aches and smiles, persistence and letting go.
Sepulturæ
Our bodies are the burial grounds of dead time.
“Time! where didst thou those years inter
Which I have seene decease?” —Wm. Habington
Seek & find
“Seek freedom and become captive of your desires. Seek discipline and find your liberty.”
—Frank Herbert, Chapterhouse: Dune, 1985
What 45 feels like at 3 a.m.
Middle age — a stealthy, crafty nemesis.
Jettison
Middle age is a heap of abandoned ideals.
Speedway
The world is changing so fast I’ve got societal vertigo.
Fall, fall!
Fall, temperatures, fall, fall! Let the weather mellow and the year drift into peacefulness.
Prickly & proverbial
Experience is the thorn-lined road to success.
Are you – Nowhere – too?
In grief, one is so lost. Grieving is pacing back and forth between past and present — and a feeling of no longer belonging to either place. A feeling of no longer belonging anywhere — because the heart is the map, and with the map suddenly rewritten, one is so lost.