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A life in threes
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December 20, 2018
Lemonade
I have given up on summoning demons and I have come to accept the lemons….
Because when the Universe gives you lemons, you make the lemonade.
And if you’re anything like me, you know lemonade can fix anything 😉
January 20, 2017
Caught.
Sometimes I write letters that I never mean to send.
Letters to the Universe full of all my most private thoughts and ideas as a means of working things out in my head.
Sometimes if my words are especially negative or melodramatic, I burn them, as a sort of ritual of release.
This morning I burned a two-page double-sided letter to the Universe, detailing my latest feelings and thoughts of self-loathing, sadness and anger.
The letter burned rather quickly and damn near completely…except for a small scrap of paper on which clearly could be read three words:
you
seem
caught.
If that’s not a fitting observation from the Universe, I don’t know what is.
Perhaps I am caught, indeed.
November 18, 2016
Drunk on words.
So, after several days of writers’ block… I suddenly have the urge to post.
You see, I just finished dinner moments ago, but while I was eating, I was doing the very thing that I’d always told my children not to do: I was reading — on the Internet. (But, mind you, i wasn’t being rude or ignoring anyone in deference to the Internet; rather, my son was ignoring *me* during dinner, as he was busy being his typical gamer self and rushing to finish his own dinner so he could get back to the latest mission on WatchDogs 2.)
So I was reading anxious waves’ blog, and I must admit, I was positively gorging myself on her blog also while enjoying my dinner. Feeding my mind while feeding the body.
And let me tell you, I was getting positively drunk on her words !
Have you ever read something so well written that it suddenly gives you the urge to write yourself? That’s how you get drunk on words, my friends, and that’s what was happening to me right then. But the difference being that anxious waves deftly plies her craft: her posts are tight, succinct and remarkably well-written. She appears a delightfully sober writer whose words flow and shift within the structure of her paragraphs in a controlled and purposeful fashion. Her graceful prose walks purposefully and confidently down the sidewalk.
Meanwhile I am drunk with language, playing fast and loose with the words, and the structure of these sentences is likely meandering haphazardly all over this post, much like a drunk person stumbling down the street.
Well, comparison is the thief of joy and thus, when I consider my efforts, I begin to notice that I could have written this much better than I have done…but I am grateful anyway. Her blog has inspired me, and perhaps given me that much-needed nudge towards doing some actual writing rather than sitting on my hands and yearning for perfection.
and in that, I find only good things.
October 16, 2016
What I would say
…to you if only you would listen:
I see that you are struggling, and perhaps you might assume that I have never struggled…and yet I have.
Everyone gets caught up in looking through the wrong end of their telescope at times.
June 6, 2016
of violent hands (a prayer)
Yes.
Yes.
So much yes.
“A life with gods is a life of violence. You will be dragged. You will stumble, fall and be felled. You will be whipped, marked, stolen. You will have things taken from you. You will have parts of you cut away – sometimes so softly that they dissolve like dust in the light…”
March 30, 2016
Storm.
This past Saturday, the area where I live experienced some pretty crazy weather.
First, it rained.
Then it hailed.
Then the wind picked up.
The combination of these three weather phenomena caused a lot of damage in my neighborhood and the surrounding area.
Though the NOAA refers to Saturday’s weather as simply a ‘wind event,’ my husband V and I watched as this ‘wind event’ uproot a 15-year old tree in our backyard, which then twisted and smashed through two panels of the wooden fence behind it:
The only reason that the tree didn’t hit the back of the neighbor’s house is that the lower branches snagged on one of the broken fence posts.
The wind also tore shingles off the roof, cracked the rain- gutters, tore off several of the gutter pipes, and two more fence panels further down the fence-line.
As you can see, the rain flooded the backyard and that white stuff in the foreground is… the accumulation of hailstones.
The hail ranged in size from peas to navy-beans:
Hail pelted the storm windows for about 40 minutes, tore holes in many of the window screens, cracked the glazing, and scratched and/or pockmarked the glass of several windows.
This ‘wind event’ also blew off most of the foliage on our hedges, and destroyed a good portion of the smaller plants in our front garden.
The rest of our neighborhood didn’t do so well, either, between all the flooding, wind-damage, and debris that battered pretty much all of the houses in our neighborhood. Shingles, deadfall/debris, and broken fence panels are strewn throughout everyone’s yard. It would seem that nearly everyone in the immediate three-mile radius suffered some sort of damage during Saturday’s storm 😦
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The adjuster from the insurance company and a roof inspector came today to discuss the replacement of the roof of both our house and our patio, as well as the repair of the fence.
My biggest concern was the water damage to the interior ceilings, as there is now a single crack in the plaster of the ceiling in the kitchen that now requires a bucket to catch the thin but steady leak of water when it rains.
But we are grateful.
Things could have been so much worse, and we are grateful that only the roof and the fence were the only damages.
Thankfully, insurance has offered to cover most, if not all, of the required repairs. Anything that was damaged is certainly replaceable.
We were shaken, but we are OK.
August 16, 2015
Hmmm
‘I’m not sure which is worse: intense feeling or the absence of it.’
Margaret Atwood
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