Embodied Writing

Embodied Writing

Thursday * EIGHT This. “Forward. Through the lens of HER life, not backward through the lens of mine.” Healing words. Some read to escape reality. I read to learn, to become more fully alive and to integrate the lessons into my being. Procrastination, and always with things I want to do, things that are important to me personally. There’s a story here. The air is thick and damp today. Still, I’m sitting in the garage with the dogs. Frizzy hair. My face hurts but I think it was worth it yesterday. A cream sweater, my mom’s. It’s August. Another call on her way home. My heart. Finishing before starting something new. He acts like we don’t feed him. 4:44p.┬áThree cardinals today. A baby bird, from the nest under the...

Critical Thinking

Wednesday * SEVEN Woke to dreams of two men in my life — one past, one present. Out of reach and out of character. Interesting. Pondering how to piece the symbolism together. He and I together in the early morning. I’m lucky. So is he. Must not ever take it for granted. Flitting. It’s easy to let life pull me in unintentional directions; in fact, sometimes I don’t notice until much later. Yoga Prayers. Must prioritize today. It’s cool this morning but pleasant. Must stay here instead of projecting into the future. Time slips easily. Chemical peel; my skin is beginning to look and feel amazing. 12:12, 4:16, 5:55, 6:24 She called many times: early morning, on the drive home, again. GIF texts. Rising Park. Woman colleague conversation. I love how passionate Kevin is, and how much he makes me...
Memoirist

Memoirist

Tuesday * SIX 6:24a meditation. Couldn’t stay still. Words. The way she strings thoughts, feelings, emotions and life events together is masterful, and none of it linear. True genius. I must take a class with her. You are not your urges — a great blog post by Matt Kahn. This is the world we live in, learning to be different. Today’s mood is the complete opposite of yesterday’s. Yesterday I cried many times, could not separate my emotions from my being — they swallowed me. Today I felt happy. Still, I must find ease. 4:16p. Hi mom. A long productive work day. Cool evening air, crickets, Bodhi dropping his ball in my lap. Wine for me, beer and a cigar for him. A nice evening at hOMe. The chickens ate an egg again. Please not again. Just want to read. Bodhi...