After executing a handful of plans and projects I had been dreaming about for slightly over a year, I found myself wondering, after having gotten through them, if it wouldn’t have been better had I not gone through with them at all…
Read More… my favorite place manifests itself somewhere up in the mountains, right at the altitude where it becomes uncertain as to whether the haze that envelops the space is composed of fog or clouds.
Read MoreI should be taken out by a meteor right now. Everything is going to be downhill from here.
Read MoreOne perfectly normal, relatively anxiety-free evening, I found myself suddenly engrossed with concerns over lead free and cadmium free dinnerware.
Read MoreA few mornings ago a certain tint of gold, layered in the sunlight, told me that fall was near…
Read MoreMy garden, like a proper lover- at least the sort of lover one ends up keeping for the longest- keeps many secrets from me, and reveals them to me, slowly, methodically over time.
Read More“Pretty”, and no more than that has never been enough. A sense of imminent consequence is the only thing that pushes me to move.
Read More- Yet, perhaps that is not exactly the best way to phrase my dilemma. The question I ask myself is more so, “In what way do I most prefer to watch these flowers fade? Desiccating outside? Or shriveling up before my eyes on the dining room table inside?”
Read More…when you cut open any of these roots, regardless of thickness, they reveal a bright screaming yellow flesh…
Read MoreI’m about to ruin my front yard…
Read MoreIt has been exactly 10 days since the last time I “left my house”.
Read MoreAs food, water, and toilet paper flew off the shelves, all I could think to do was to load up on dirt: - dirt, compost, manure, and maybe some sunflower seeds…
Read MoreThe petting of a cat is an end in itself,
The petting of a cat gives no more than just that.
The petting of a cat, whether skinny or fat,
Is the time for the self to escape from itself.
Read MoreAll I can think of these days is bead-board. - wainscoting, chair rails, pastel paint colors, English cottages…
Read MoreWe laid it on too thick, as is expected of two people who hold the philosophy, sprung from a deep fear of under-preparedness, more is always better than less.
Read MoreI was utterly mesmerized by every single thing: the shiny clothes, the crotch grabbing, the “Hee Hee!”s, “Woo!”s and “Ow!”s. But best of all was the sound. I had no idea what I was listening to, or why I loved it so.
Read MoreI’d like to say my childhood was filled with bouncing around the playground with other equally bouncy children, and though it wasn’t without its fair share of it, my two strongest memories of childhood are of being sick, and the visceral sensation of trying to breathe while crying.
Read MoreI find great solace in the organization of forms. I hold onto the superstition that if I can bring order to some material form, I’d have brought order to some part of myself.
Read Moreall spaces and objects have an inherent sacredness within them. They exist to aid us in our eternal vocations, which are likewise sacred, no matter what the nature of the vocation.
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