Yesterday was a low point. I realised I didn’t want to do anything. Not even if it was delivered on a silver platter by Michael Bublé. Even a shower seemed overwhelming. Though I did get that done eventually. As I was drifting around the apartment around midnight, taking photos of…
I’ve been thinking of you. Hoping the demands of the season are not weighing too heavily. With that in mind I have a few things…
Poetry…Art…such small words holding such enormous and mysterious content. I grew up in awe of my grandmother’s poems and her brother’s art and have spent…
I spent the morning in a brain fog that simply left me feeling zombie-like. It was just the tiredness that accompanies fibromyalgia but nonetheless, immobilising.…
This morning on my walk I looked up and noticed in the distance over Mt. Gillen, virga falling from the clouds. We long for it…