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Life’s been a slump as of late. Ths feeling of stuckness, of fighting up a hill that never ends when I can’t see the top… where to go from here? It’s unclear sometimes, even though I think I’m better than where I was a month or so ago. I have more projects, more things to do for joy than for some alterior purposeor just for money. Not that money is unimportant, or necessarily bad; it’s just that I want to do things for me, not for someone else’s dream to earn my keep, persay.
I like to do things with my hands. I like dirt under my fingernails, and gently pruning dead leaves off plants with my fingers. But there comes a time when certain things need actual tools. And I mean, is it really any less personal? Tool use is a hallmark of primates (although, there are non-primate…
(1) This is the first time I’ve gone to the dermatologist and not had to have some part of my skin cut off. It’s an experience like no other; going in covered in wet fear, sweat, waiting for scalpels and diagnoses that don’t come. It’s relief you didn’t even know you were waiting for. (2)…
your roots reach down below, searching for that which you need, so you can reach toward the sun and grow.
What do you do when your plants need emergency care? How can you rescue your flora friends?
I’m just back from vacation, and every time I take a break from my most recent “normal flow” like this I’m amazed at how much of a difference it makes in decreasing burnout and staying my emotions. My week was spent mostly down the beach, celebrating friends’ birthdays, a wedding, and meeting my sort-of nieces.…
Urban Habitat 