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.
It's about coming back to yourself--that place that was once so comfortable, you'd forgotten it ever existed.
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
"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
The beautiful thing about the simple belief that you are depth is that, by definition (my definition), there is nothing you cannot access. Perhaps you need to train your breath, your skin for the change in temperature, your mind for the temporary absence of light, but it can all be done, easily, a minute, a… Continue reading The Deep Sea
I try, as much as possible, to take my cues from nature, where the only rule is survival. So. Leaning, on occasion, if the structure is sound, falls well within that parameter.
The last day of July. I will never complain about weather (at least, I hope that's the truth); it's a waste of time, of energy, and a poor use of our profound capacity for observation. But I will tell you this: out of all the months in all the year, July ranks twelfth in my… Continue reading Slipstream