What Can We Do On One of Those Mondays?
What to do on the bad mornings when even making a cup of tea seems too much engagement with the world? When the coldsore cluster newly erupted on one’s upper lip (for “one” read “My!”)…
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Strange? If You Say So. . . A bit about What I Wore. . . and Why. . .
Just as I suspected, the weekend with the Seven, the Five, and their dog, was fun . . . and tiring. The Eleven (the idolized big cousin!) visited for a few hours as well; her…
View PostIn Praise of Puttering . . .
I began writing this post yesterday, didn’t finish it, and this morning, honestly, I wonder if it’s worth continuing. We’ve covered this territory before. But, also honestly, it’s what’s I had yesterday, and if it’s…
View PostGet A Grip: Self-Judgement and its Antidotes. . .
The other day I was jerked awake from my afternoon nap by a horrid, pervasive sense of judgement, of being found not only wanting–a complete failure, in fact–but also ridiculous. I couldn’t remember clearly any…
View PostTulip Time? Oh, I Wish. . . Painting Colour in the Grey . . .
I woke at 5:30 this morning (after sleeping right through the night — yay!) and after I’d sat in the dark with my hot lemon water (I’ve been starting my day this way for a…
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