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  • [remind]

    As far as she could tell the space was empty, only periodically filled with haunting things. Familar faces appeared in her periphery but she did not know where they came from; their presence was more shocking than their lack. And even when the familiar faces appeared, she was not sure why they were familiar – Read more

  • [sing]

    If you are quiet, you can hear the world sing. Breaths like drumbeats. A touch of bug wings against each other. Gushing water the ambient sound of a beautiful and lovely song. If you dare, you can sing along. Read more

  • [replace]

    Replacing the wondrous garden of the warm season with vegetables for the cold rains was an arduous task. On Katchka the warmth and dryness are long, drawn out, void of the growth of food and the fall of water; the importance of the wet growing season becomes more and more obvious as each year the Read more

  • [rip]

    Shelby tore the coarse fabric from the end of the dress where it had dragged in chalky mud. Of course the dress was already ruined; her fuming mind thought only that if she could possibly save any part of the dress she could mend it, or sew the rescued piece as a patch, or make Read more

  • learning to see what i want

    learning to see what i want

    Although I thought it would be easier post-pandemic, I still find guilt and difficulty in resting, in taking time to do nothing, unless I literally cannot do something. I tend to push myself, ever the perfectionist. And I realize that, like OCD, although it can be difficult to get past that tendency it’s something I Read more

  • microagressions, personal reactions, & winding down.

    microagressions, personal reactions, & winding down.

    Little things add up. It can be difficult to notice the pileup in a world where, even post-pandemic, the push is to go and go and go. I also know that I and others have been conditioned to play the Trauma Olympics – those “It could be worse” thoughts that keep us running a rat Read more