1 I’ll be honest. This puppet video could be 1 through 5 of my list because I like it that much. I especially enjoy that it’s from text I had written and long-forgotten on my Facebook page, a page that was in retirement for the last few years and only recently got resurrected. Now, it lives on my Ko-Fi page. (Related joy: I got my … Continue reading 5 january joys
The little leaf is paisley-shaped now, different from its brethren. Halfway through growing, a stem got in the way. It grew around it. It took its share of water from the roots, and grew around it. The plant itself doesn’t notice the difference anymore. Maybe, maybe in those moments of stalled blossom, the one little leaf felt like the weakest link, but not now. Now … Continue reading 100 / paisley
The long smooth slice down the body of the pomegranate, and how I always do five of these in even measure. How the pom breaks open in my palms and the jewels clank into the bowl. How the arils burst stain onto my fingers. The slow, steady work of this. The way a fruit like this, so built for holding, simply falls to our feet … Continue reading what’s something that feels sacred, but isn’t?
Anyone who’s really gone through something knows that there’s a stage, or a day, or a short-lived hour, where you just become the dog with a hat in a bar full of fire. You tell yourself that everything is fine, and you sip your tea. The first few times this happened to me, I worried about not worrying. Change feels like it needs our full … Continue reading this is fine
I want the universe to know I can write about small things. And by small, I don’t mean brain-clot-small, I don’t mean prison-cell-small, I don’t mean urn-of-ashes-small, I mean, door-hinge-small. I could write about door hinges. I could find a story there. I see beauty there. One time, a contractor told me that most door hinges don’t usually break, they just stop being able to … Continue reading rara borboleta
I know you have been good today, but have you been kind? Did you smile at strangers even though they couldn’t see your lips tip up at the corners from behind your mask? Did you tell a puppy that they are a very good doggo? Did you walk around a leaf that could have been crunched, just in case it was not yet done with … Continue reading self check in
1 Self-care. My new Etsy shop where people can buy some of my late husband’s art on a t-shirt, or even one of my little expressions. It feels good to know that Dave’s art is out there again, and that my words have been made tangible. And, who knows– maybe it’ll even help me chip slightly away on the enormous medical debt I’ve accumulated this … Continue reading 5 October Joys
My love boomerangs and shapeshifts, and hovers like goosebumps leapt out of my skin. My love’s scratched up like a record that skips as well as it croons, like a window that can’t quite stay open but tries, like hardwood floors that the dogs are allowed to dance on now. My love gets growing pains, and cricks in the neck from holding up dreams, and … Continue reading yellow / love like