black and white and read all over....
a nun tumbling down the stairs,
a chessboard wrapped around a body,
a fool most of all.....
a perpetual beginner
amazed and puzzled
curious and captured
tormented and calm
trusting carnal knowledge
hopeful about craft
learning to yield
Hopes for the blog: offer up the wild intersectedness of lived experience and engage others in creative, expressive, perhaps irreverant, hopefully playful, and respectful encounters.... enact kindness create moments of pause for disclosure, discovery, stillness
Only an alcoholic would believe that the cure for loneliness is isolation. So I read in a Grapevine the other day.
Well, I am one ( an alcoholic, albeit clean and sober for 22 years). And, sure enough, the past couple of weeks when work has been overwhelming and deadlines have been unreasonable and so many people need so much done and it is genuine need...... what do I do?? I work to the exclusion of pretty much everything else, including meaningful interpersonal and expressive engagement....
I seem to have put my head down and got on with it.
Ok, so I suppose I could be overstating this a bit. .
Anyway, I am happy that this period of treading water is done.