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I think it says quite a bit about me that this makes tears stream down my face.

Then again, maybe it also says something about genetics, as my mother's exact words were: I cry every time someone drops it in my inbox. Her kindly circle of yoga-doing, art-making, garden-therapizing friends have developed a habit of sending videos of this ilk, ( Read more... )

I want to thank everyone, but everyone, who's sent their support in response to my last journal entry. Comments, emails, private messages, offers, invitations, all of it, every little well-intended sentence makes a difference.

I'm reminded, deeply, of Elizabeth McCracken words in her memoir, An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination. ( Read more... )

"He couldn't stand me being sick. Nobody can. They only want to hear that you're healing, you're in recovery, taking it one day at a time. If you're locked into sick, you should stop wasting their time and just get dead."

((Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls))

*It's eerie just how firmly, and precisely, the above words have stayed with me ( Read more... )

It's hard to know where to start- just as it will probably be hard to find a simple, single stopping-point once I get going, here, once more ( Read more... )

All yesterday, I was searching for a word- some sense, some actual way of expressing- something stronger than Missing ( Read more... )

The leaves on the oldest tree in my neighbor's yard; in all its' enormity and grace; are an unspeakable, stunning scarlet. This is the kind of color that seems, almost, to have texture. To radiate light, in and of itself. Its' brilliance is the kind we find in the heart of nature, but have been trained to think of as chemical- it's interesting ( Read more... )

...all the way..." ((From "Good Things", Katie Sawicki ( Read more... )

Hi. Hug. Hugs(sss, plural.) And:

1. Cell phone insanity; the temporary cure ( Read more... )

If you (know who you are) saw me now, you would likely think that I was crying because- somehow- of something you did. Or said. Or did or said wrong. Even worse, to me at least, you might rush to that gut-twisting urge to apologize. When the truth is, my most overwhelming urge would be to thank you ( Read more... )