Semi-Daily Scribbles
Carving out a corner to post random crap.
recent posts
about
Category: Balance
-
Disarm me with your charms, but know that your personality is problematic.(Yeah – don't know which one of us is the addict.)But here we are in the woods, a stare-down in progress.Each one of us casts a light of varying intensity, all in the service of demanding transparency.Disrupting the other in an unfolding tale of…
-
Thoughts are ordered in No Particular Order. It's .. they are like reading a book by landing on random pages "and just going with it." Timeline? A logical sequence of events? THEME! All are about as useless as peanut butter without bits of said legume embedded within. Or like … please explain to me the…
-
Tucked into the grey splintered planks of my spine is an invitation. A call to action for your generation. Remember, it is I who whispers in your ear "complete the work." on one kneebreak freeurgencyresponsibility If you stand upon that threshold a minute more, you'll become the bloody door. I've left you to hang once…
-
Gwendolyne & Delphine Thickepenny are sisters with whom one ought not to trifle. The ability to wake up on the right side of dirt depends on the respect one gives to a Thickepenny's patience. Before this voyage may be undertaken, a lesson best learned is that well-crafted spells are worth more than a king's ransom…
-
So many seeds have been cast near and far. The time has come for verdant dreams to bring a deep sense of the tangible. Spirit guides have been along for the ride, but now they must rest their weary dogs and let Tansy transcribe this mystical roadmap. Monuments to mindlessness populate the barren terrain; dust…
-
Said a grey-haired man: "grab all you can" and now I've successfully completed the task. What now, you ask? I must save my ass. From what? Doom! Ruin! Gloom! All a matter of perspective, really. I've taken stock of my sorrow and I've a neat Badge of Participation to show for all that past hand-wringing.…
-
Restrictions are of our own design. Build a firm foundation. Everything else is faerie dust. Glimmer & Shimmer & Flicker & Flow. The only way to reach the clouds is to allow unhealthy structures to crumble. Victory is upheaval. Show me the prize hidden under the rubble. Patience & Prudence. What new projects need to…
-
Not a proper Year-In-Review this. Not even going to speculate on what's in store for 2019. Just a handful of things that happened: * I rescued a withered Philodendron scandens tucked amongst boxes of Tampax stacked on a table of markdowns at Walmart. I christened the plant Luz. * Learned to embrace the ludicrous and…
-
The Universe is jabbing at you with a golden spork. It is basically saying stop listening to advice from the sidewalk crawlers and witless brawlers. The spork's staccato poke and prick is Morse for "you called this bitch correctly and still said yes." Knocked backwards a couple years you were, but now your feet meet…
-
So maybe I had this all wrong. Maybe I’m not the control freak I always thought I was. I keep showing up, yeah? If I weren’t willingly riding the Wave of Meh, I’d be bailing on you every chance I could. Granted, I’m not creating any legacy by overstaying my welcome at _ _ _…
Semi-Daily Scribbles 