Sitting thinking there was nothing to write about these days. And my mind is such a whirlwind that I can’t even remember who I’ve told about my dad and his brain surgery a few weeks ago. Have I even written about it here? That’s a later post if not. I woke on the day afterContinue reading “Sunday”
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When a woman spends time cutting a sailboat into pieces, under the tallest pecans for 100 miles…
Well. About 15 years ago my ever adventurous dad parked his 30 foot sailboat in their backyard down by the creek lining the bottom of the property. It sat there for a while, under the towering pecans, until a storm made the creek flood and picked the boat clean off the trailer, spun it, andContinue reading “When a woman spends time cutting a sailboat into pieces, under the tallest pecans for 100 miles…”
Made of Love
I often have said this over the years, that I’m Made of Love. One so all-encompassing I couldn’t wish harm on anyone, it’s just not something that ever springs to mind. Like my son, I am empathy on two stuttering feet, absorbing the air around me and everything in it. I radiate love outward, patience,Continue reading “Made of Love”
From “A Psalm for the Wild Built” by Becky Chambers
It is difficult for anyone born and raised in human infrastructure to truly internalize the fact that your view of the world is backward. Even if you fully know that you live in a natural world that existed before you and will continue long after, even if you know that the wilderness is the defaultContinue reading “From “A Psalm for the Wild Built” by Becky Chambers”
A vessel or canvas?
Recently I saw this as a prompt for a post online: “…some of the stonefemmes I have talked to recently have an interesting way of describing themselves in their relationship to stonebutches. One called herself a “vessel” and another a “canvas.” In your ideal scenario: Femmes, how would you describe yourself? Butches, how would youContinue reading “A vessel or canvas?”
A Burd in Flight 