My beloved, sleep, slumber, The quiet drift-off, allowing myself to fall gently into the temporary bliss, Oh such a priceless joy, such a priceless joy, Eyes closed, sheltered by darkness, Gentle pure of the fan moving air in the distance, satisfying sounds to send me off, Taste neutral, tongue relaxed, Like rest of my body, …
Month: August 2025
Dear D2
My dear auntie, D2, such a life you’ve lived, long may you reign as you continue, Now octa plus two, look at you! And quite the year you’ve had, plenty of trials, the latest set nearly a permanent grounding, but oh no, not you! You’ve made you’re way to another chapter, your peeps still with …
Brawler or Ballet?
Funny thing, labels, stereotypes, maybe funny until they are not funny, until they are broken down, dissected; then they might become limiting, even hurtful; they might also provide insight. Consider these two words: Brawler: a person who fights angrily, noisily, and roughly; Ballet: a classical dance form demanding grace and precision and employing formalized steps …
Door to Gate
It’s about ten minutes, door to gate, walking from my front door to the cemetery where my dad is, where mom soon will be. It’s a non-denominational resting place owned by the municipality in which it’s located. The oldest graves I’ve seen go back to the 1700’s; the city was founded in 1777. They call …
Trauma Shapes
Listening to Questlove recently in an interview, “…the trauma, whatever trauma in your past, it shapes your future…”, and by extension, those pasts and futures steal your focus, All that can very well take your eye off the ball of all we really have, right now, the present. Acknowledge the trauma, process and learn what …
Slow Fill
It’s a slow fill, like my old coffee machine that takes longer and longer to brew a pot of coffee. Ha. Continuing that metaphor, it takes longer and longer, but the end result is worth the wait. Further reflection on my mother’s passing, recent, heavy milestone. I’ve bumped along and though knowing what to do, …
More Facets
Facets, funny perspective, how many ways to consider any given thing… In this case the particular occurrence of my mother passing, who were the different people that should be notified, who are the different people that would mourn, how would it all play out in real time? My kids, the grandkids, makes sense, by brother …
Share, Don’t Share
Share or don’t share, that is the question. Funny thing. I’ve been journaling off and on for a long time, maybe near 40 years, nearly all of my life. I still have some of those journals from way back. When I started blogging some ten years ago, this form became my default journal, my place …
Humdrum
Feeling that way, humdrum, a few days since mom died, my bad for not remembering the heavy weight that hangs around a good long while, Hangs around my neck and over my head and in every room I walk into thick, dulled colors, no luster, Though I think and feel better knowing she’s not suffering, …
Times Like These
It’s times like these I’m fairly certain that writing is one of the best coping mechanisms I have. Writing for me is often therapeutic, insightful, and just plan fun. It’s a pleasure. And boy do I need it, the writing. It’s been a rough week. My mom passed away at the start of the week …
1/2_Full, All GOOD 