Science about age and brains and sleep patterns aside, it's always been my habit to go to bed with the sun, rise with the sun. Even in college, when left to my own devices, it was such a joy to turn everything off at 7pm, in bed and sleeping by 8. I don't know about… Continue reading The forecast you fix
I'm not sure when we'll finally understand that we are nature--messy and muddy, divine and colorful, useful and invasive, sometimes a great blessing, and sometimes a pain in the ass. But what we don't seem to understand is that ecosystems balance themselves, given enough time and space (and for nature, there will always be time… Continue reading Established
Man, but humans are tiring. I feel for the beings with no language who just have to put up with us, lacking the vocabulary to tell us to quiet down already; we're missing the entire show.
I think, sometimes (most times), it's our own definitions of the words, or the words we use, the labels, that hold us back the longest. That, and the deafening, off-key chorus of our complaining.
It's about coming back to yourself--that place that was once so comfortable, you'd forgotten it ever existed.
So often the answer is simple, I think. Which is also, really, what makes it so terribly difficult to find.
I like secrets and I'm good at keeping them. I don't like lies, but then, I'm a terrible liar. I'm also none too adept at hiding my feelings, at least for very long. But I do like holding things back, harmless things, just for myself. Perhaps it's a habit leftover from a childhood of telling myself stories… Continue reading Who we are, where we’ve been
The cure for anything might be salt water,but it is a cure best assisted by silence.
"Wait" can be just another evil four-letter word, for sure. I hear that. I'm absolutely pinned to the spokes, waiting for this particular wheel of time to pass, and it's slow-going. Sometimes it seems as if it would be more expedient to get off this ride and just push the bloody cart up the hill.… Continue reading We wait.
It's funny, really, what seems obvious after it's pointed out, that the stories we tell ourselves by rote aren't in any way reality. These are projections and, more often than not, dire predictions. Maybe it's not everyone; maybe there really are optimists out there, born that way, who, when a thing goes wrong, they assume… Continue reading Easy Habits
