From winter to spring…Persephone the Goddess…Hamilton the Musical…Picnic Island Park (Tampa)…When empathy hurts in surprising ways My stomach has flipped, which means my internal landscape has switched from fall/winter to spring/summer. (My stomach operates on or around cross-quarter pagan holidays.) So I am abruptly in a much more cheerful mood. Ray, thank goodness, knows the […]

MLK Jr. Day…anger and change…studying art styles using Midjourney…belly dancing move or what? Adventures du jour! I should be writing. I know this. But my brain is too full right now. If I break off without finishing the thought in this post, just know that I got inspired and hit “post” here without thinking. Today

Bullshit & bandaids Adventures du jour! This one is mostly a ramble about doubt. I tend to take stock of my goals and ambitions a little later in the year (Groundhog Day), but I ran into something upsetting that prompted me to start doing so earlier. I *thought* I had a grip on it, but

Kayaking <3…Getting triggered so hard one can’t let oneself know one was triggered…one’s area of care. Adventures du jour! I went kayaking on Saturday! I keep feeling like I shouldn’t brag up the winter weather here in Tampa, but I won’t really be able to say anything nice about the weather come summer, so I’ll

How to warp a kid’s sense of taste…combating silence: building wittiness. Adventures du jour! I’ve been thinking about my literal sense of taste lately. When I was a wee thing, I sucked my thumb. Which my mother *hated.* She did all kinds of things to try to get me to stop (short of being supportive,

Who benefits from silence? Adventures du jour! I got hit by restlessness last night and went out for a walk to the Most Favored Tree, then had the brilliant idea of calling a friend to talk while I was out there. It was excellent. Afterwards I walked a little further and sang in the dark

The challenges that make everything else seem easier Adventures du jour! New year, new perspectives. (One hopes.) Personally, I don’t do a lot of assessment for the year until February, on or about Groundhog Day/Imbolc/Candlemas. I find it more meaninful for stomach reasons, as in, about then, my stomach goes IT’S SPRING EAT ALL THE

Tampa Zoo…Feeling “fine”…ChatGPT AI…BigBug Adventures du jour! Ray and I went to the Tampa Zoo yesterday. It’s set up VERY well! But, alas, eventually I ran out of people juice, and we left before dark so we didn’t get to see much of the holiday lights. The day before yesterday, I was *feeling* fine but

A pome for insecurity. Cleaning out emails, I found a poem I wrote on one of the days where I was horribly stuck. Worked. … Dear selfWe are insecure today;It is ugly. Brutal grinding fills our stomach.Not hunger. A millMade of wood, grinding itself to sawdust. Today: every cruel thing I say to meIs a

Holidays…Ray goes nuts on potatoes…watching videos as weirdos…stuff vs. experiences…reread on favorite manga, Fruits Basket. Adventures du jour! I took the last few days off and didn’t work on fiction or do any business-related activities. Inbox = disaster. Probably I’d be better off using the time I’m going to spend writing this in starting to