breaking and mending are the journey
Apricity, which means "the warmth of sun in winter," was first recorded use in 1623 in Henry Cockeram's dictionary called A Interpreter of Hard English Words. I've been waiting all winter for a moment of apricity when the clouds would break and it wouldn't be so polar outside that one couldn't feel warmth despite sunshine.... Continue Reading →
I disagree with those who strike out into the midst of the billows and, welcoming a stormy existence, wrestle daily in hardihood of soul with life's problems. Seneca, Moral Letters, 28.7.1 One of the strangest phenomenon I have witnessed and experienced as a human being is the propensity to choose to be in a romantic... Continue Reading →
I came across this song the other day, "A Letter To Everyone Who's Hurt Me," and it really struck a chord. I mean really. How do you learn what love and respect are supposed to feel like when you grow up being shown one thing but being told or experiencing something completely different? Uncomfortable truth:... Continue Reading →
At some point over the last few days, I felt a sadness coming over me knowing that my ex's birthday was today and I found it strange that although he is among those who have caused me so much sorrow that there is still a small sliver of me feeling sadness at not wishing him... Continue Reading →
At some point several years ago, I'd stopped wearing the diamond because my body was so sick that I couldn't wear them without swelling problems. But the problem that was almost as big was that it pissed off my ex. Big time. He had an absolute fucking meltdown because how dare I embarrass him by... Continue Reading →
One of the things that has drawn me back to words has been the words of the Stoics as I pour myself into understanding something that had been forbidden fruit for so long. I've been through quite a lot in recent years and I've always done my best to keep myself grounded but that has... Continue Reading →
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softly falling snowinsulates and cushions theworld from all chaos
I admit it wholeheartedly: I've been in a writer's hell, a wordless purgatory for far too long. Not quite five years ago this Friday, I lied to the most dangerous person I've ever known when I told him I would see him in a few short months as I crawled down the hallway on hands... Continue Reading →
Not my cottage garden entrance but so you get the vibe... I've been busily unpacking and settling into the first home I've properly had since I left for the hospital four and a half years ago. I had a deep feeling when I left that day that I wasn't just saying see ya later to... Continue Reading →
the kintsukuroi life 