Hectic. I need a better word for hectic. But the word summons up my life these last two months. It was been one thing after another after time consuming other until I turn around and see that November is already here.
Ok is a foreign state of being. There is only doing what I need to do to get through the next minute, hour, day. I get by like this and the days have turned into weeks and months. Moments of happiness are mixed with every other emotion. Each breath, each dawn a victory or a stalemate.
New blogs and adventures are beginning after all, what is the fun in making the rational. Poe didn't reach greatness until he had experienced long periods of horrible sanity.
The month of August has run off with my mind. If seen please return as soon as possible as I will be running through the fields until it returns. August is the month, I return to my day job. It is the month that I should resign to take off this blog and other creative … Continue reading State of Things August: Amended
Florida was my home for 18 years. In a way, it will always be my home. So much of who I am today was formed in the Sunshine State, albeit from the shadows as I am not really found of heat or sun. Yes, I did willingly move to Florida but until you live here you don't understand how oppressive the sun is. It never really stops trying to scorch the invaders so it can go back to being a happy mosquito infested swamp. We all have our glory days, and Florida misses when its very nature repelled development.
Wow, what a month!! It is hard to believe that in five days it will be over. And then it will be back to my day job and the stresses and pressures of being an American educator.
And no victims. Photo by Irina Iriser on Pexels.com In fiction, there is a villain to oppose the hero. In the wake of a villian's terror, victims call and plead for help. In real life, no so much. And that's just the way it is. No matter how much you want there to be. It … Continue reading Sometimes There Are No Villains
This is the second weekend that I have left the Big House on the hill for the wonders of the city and a room in a friend’s home. Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com For the second weekend in a row, the stress and anxiety of the past weeks along remnants of the pandemic have drift … Continue reading Get Away – Don’t Tell
When there is sun, I rise with the dawn. Winking at it as tendrils of light as they weave their way into my room. Mornings are a time of silent reflection. No, that's not right. Mornings are peaceful. They are quiet and time seems slower. I can coax my brain into focusing which is why … Continue reading Slow to Rise…
Issues, I have them. But, they aren't as bad as I thought. I made a mountain out of a foot hill. I felt so lost because I didn't know where I wanted to be. My heart, my love was in New York and I wanted to be with him. I also wanted to be in … Continue reading The Not Quite So Lost Writer